Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 417

Briony drifted in and out of consciousness for a day and a night. When she finally

woke, her head throbbed and every muscle ached.

The room was dim, shadows pooled in the corners.

She tried to lift her hand, only to realize someone was holding it.

Startled, she turned her head.

The man beside her opened his eyes, dark and intent as they met hers.

"You're awake?"

Briony's breath caught. She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let go.

"Stewart, you—" Her voice broke off into a painful, scratchy cough.

Stewart was instantly on his feet, stepping away from the bed.

He poured a glass of warm water from a thermos and returned to her side.

"Here, drink some water. It'll help your throat."

He steadied the cup in one hand and gently helped her sit up with the other.

Briony's coughing fit left her cheeks flushed. She slapped the cup from his hand- water splashed everywhere, shards of glass scattered across the floor.

She shoved him away, bracing herself on the bed, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "I don't need your fake concern... cough..."

Stewart watched her, lips pressed into a tight, silent line. She looked so stubborn, so miserable.

a long pause, he let out a heavy sigh

later, the door opened

entered, carrying a

inflamed. I made you some

Bianca offered, and the warmth eased her raw throat. Bianca set the mug aside, her expression

what happened between you and Mr. Stewart, but I can tell he truly

frowned. "I slept

was from severe inflammation, but you've had an

fell silent,

she'd been cut off from the outside world for three days

now. If they'd alerted the

Is there anything

hungry, but after a moment's thought said,

"Of course."

off

but she gritted her teeth

glanced at the door, then hobbled toward

doorknob, the chain around her ankle jerked tight,

clenched her jaw

that moment, the door swung

Briony stumbled back, startled.

the door behind

a few paces

wound she'd inflicted

that night flooding back-his force, her terror. Her

to her left foot, then lifted to her face. "Does your

Briony pleaded, desperation in her voice. "Please,

be afraid of

He