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 and left the

the door

carrying a

your throat's inflamed. I made you some tea.

and the warmth eased her raw throat. Bianca set the

and Mr. Stewart, but I can tell he truly cares. You were

frowned. "I slept that

severe inflammation, but you've had an

fell silent, brows

cut off from the

others must have realized something was wrong by now. If they'd

Is there anything

a moment's thought said,

"Of course."

threw off the covers and tried to

but she gritted her teeth and took a

the door, then hobbled toward

the doorknob, the chain around

her jaw in

the door

Briony stumbled back, startled.

shutting the door behind

a few paces away, watching

covered Stewart's temple—a wound she'd inflicted with a lamp days

brought the memory of that night flooding back-his force,

foot, then lifted to her face. "Does your

in her voice. "Please, Stewart. I'm begging you. Just

don't have to be afraid of me,

He