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."

no way

Fortunately, Stewart didn't object.

hour later, Bianca came in carrying a plate of freshly seared steak. "Ma'am, your steak is

stood, tugging the heavy skirt of her wedding dress behind her as she walked over. "You

"Of course."

stared at

but the only utensils Bianca had given her were chopsticks-wooden ones, no

clearly Stewart's

she thought. Always so vigilant, always

steak with the chopsticks and popped it into her mouth, her face expressionless

wasn't about to

managed a few bites before

the tray, she stepped out of her

been standing guard outside. When she saw

vel

emerge, she rushed

take that

wanted to stretch my

Bianca's hand. "Which

how determined she was, gave in

they reached the kitchen, Bianca took the

spotted Briony and looked surprised. "Ma'am, was something wrong with

"No, it was

pointed to the fridge. "Could you make me a glass of fresh orange

nodded at once. "Of course, I'll make

wait," Briony said, and began pacing the kitchen, the weight of