Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 421

The wedding had been postponed.

Briony remained in her room, refusing to step outside.

Around noon, Bianca came in to bring her lunch.

Seeing Briony sitting on the bed, eyes closed, Bianca pressed her lips together and let out a quiet sigh.

A wedding, yet the bride-so beautiful-looked anything but happy.

Everyone could see how strange and tense the whole affair was. Still, Stewart was paying them to do their jobs; it wasn't their place to judge the master's choices.

All they could do was marvel, quietly, that a man as rich and powerful as Stewart could still find himself helpless in love.

Some things in life were simply beyond anyone's control.

Bianca approached the bed, her voice gentle. "Ma'am, you should eat something. I just heard from Mr. Stewart-the ceremony won't be until tonight. Please, just have a little to tide you over."

Briony opened her eyes and looked at Bianca.

After a moment, her gaze drifted to the tray Bianca had placed on the table.

"I don't want any of this," she said, her tone cool. "Tell the chef I want steak instead."

"Excuse me?" Bianca was caught off guard. "But you're still recovering... Steak might be hard to digest."

"I want steak," Briony replied, her voice unyielding. "And I want the best cut, cooked to fine-dining standards."

Bianca didn't dare argue further. "Please wait a moment-I'll have to check with Mr. Stewart."

was no way around that

Fortunately, Stewart didn't object.

half an hour later, Bianca came in carrying a

stood, tugging the heavy skirt of her wedding dress behind

"Of course."

left, Briony sat down and stared

was already cut, but the only utensils Bianca had given her were chopsticks-wooden

was clearly

Always so vigilant, always anticipating her

of steak with the chopsticks and popped it

to give up

only managed a few bites before she set the

stepped out

been standing guard

vel

emerge, she rushed

take that for

I wanted to

"Which

was,

kitchen, Bianca took the

Briony and looked surprised.

him, her tone calm. "No, it was good. I just want some juice

"Could you make me a glass of fresh orange

at once. "Of

began pacing the kitchen, the weight of her wedding dress dragging behind her as