Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 611

Chapter 78

10: Gage.

Of all the atrocious shit I've done since my father died-vandalizing cars, getting into drunken brawls-the thoughts I'm having right now are by far the worst.

I stand above Stella while she spreads the blanket out on the sand. Her skirt is in tatters in my car, so she's wearing nChapter 611

Nortia, Marblecliff International Airport.

The private jet touched down, engines humming as it taxied to a stop. When the cabin door opened, a flight attendant carefully guided Briony Kensington down the steps.

Briony's eyes were sightless, taking in nothing of the bright, unfamiliar world

around her. All she could feel was the thick, humid air pressing against her skin- a reminder that days in this tropical country were always oppressively warm.

Waiting on the tarmac was Gifford, here on behalf of Ferdinand Ellsworth. He watched as the flight attendant helped Briony into the car, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Gifford slid behind the wheel. The drive began in silence-Briony was calm, her expression unreadable.

Every so often, Gifford glanced at her through the rearview mirror, half-expecting signs of distress or resistance. But Briony sat quietly, not a trace of fear or anger on her face. As Ferdinand's most trusted aide, Gifford knew exactly what his employer had put Briony through. Her composure surprised him.

The ride to Sanctonia Private Estate took nearly forty minutes. Briony, worn out and pale, gradually drifted off in the back seat, her head slumping gently against the upholstery.

They finally arrived. The car rolled through the gates and into the manicured grounds. Gifford parked, stepped out, and opened the door.

"We're here, Ms. Kensington," he announced.

Briony stirred, rubbing her temples as she woke. Her hands reached out, feeling for the edge of the door. She steadied herself and carefully stepped out, moving with the caution of someone who could no longer trust their own senses.

Gifford hovered nearby, his hands raised protectively, careful not to touch her. If Ferdinand saw him lay a hand on her, there would be hell to pay.

As soon as Briony found her balance, hurried footsteps approached from ahead.

"Ms. Kensington, let me help you!" Belinda's voice called out, warm but a little breathless.

Briony nodded, her tone reserved. "Thank you."

Belinda gently took her arm, guiding her inside the house.

They had barely crossed into the living room when Mary came down the stairs, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Briony!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to look her up and down. "What happened? Why are you back so soon?"

Briony's face was calm, almost numb. "I don't want to end up a cripple."

Mary froze at that. After a moment, she lowered her voice. "Isn't there anyone else who can help you?"

Briony shook her head, her

expression empty. "No. I've lost both my sight and my sense of taste. The doctors say I was poisoned-and it was Ferdinand's own concoction. Only he knows how to cure me."

Mary's breath caught in her throat.

Just then, the rumble of a car sounded from outside.

Ferdinand had returned.

"Mr. Ellsworth," Belinda greeted politely as he stepped inside, then quietly withdrew.

From the moment he entered, Ferdinand's eyes never left Briony. He didn't spare Mary

crossed Mary's face, but she masked it with

your way after all, but poor Briony she's suffered so much! She can't see, she

gaze cold. "This doesn't concern you. Go

"Briony and I go way back. Why are you always so

fixed her with a look. "Be good. Don't

tone was gentle, but there was an unmistakable

a huff, Mary turned and stomped up the

things difficult for Mary after she helped Briony escape or perhaps he was simply biding his time, mindful that Mary was carrying

closer, studying

said quietly. "You've lost

haven't you?"

laugh. "Congratulations, Mr.

didn't respond. Instead, he reached

trying to pull away, but Ferdinand spoke

on her knees, arranging the blanket and her tits are dangling there like forbidden fruit. My dick is stiffer than sin in my briefs, there is no one around for miles and I can't help it. I can't help but think about how easily I could make her

to use force. She's addicted to skin on skin contact

a bastard. I'm a terrible man for considering it. One flick up my wrist and she'd be on her back. She might try and push me off, briefly, but she's too horny to fight me for long. She'd let me kiss her. I'd

the right word for how badly

I'm being eaten alive.

what I want, when I want it. And I've never wanted anything

who gets to be

doesn't mean

get some relief. Something. Anything. Or I'm worried I won't make it through the next two days without impressing my will

Can't do that to my

Can't I?

about how tight her pussy is going to be. Yeah right. Every other thought in my head consists of

I need it. Some measure of it.

finding the right page of her notes, so it takes her a moment to look up. But when she does, her double-take almost makes me laugh. Or groan. Or both. Her balance wanes and she starts to pitch sideways, so I reach out and steady her. "You all right,

I flex them

"You just what, honey?"

you to

that what

during the kissing parts

am I not tackling her onto the blanket right now? "You want

Her cheeks darken. "I

should probably take yours off, too. Just so I don't

self- conscious. Not when you've got all of this..." She wiggles her

my hands around her waist and drag her toward me. "Ah, honey. You should see me with my

chews her lip instead. "I'm

spine. Oh, this girl of mine. I

such a bastard. "You don't have to be nervous, Stella. When we have sex for the first time, I'm going to go nice and slow. I'm going to make sure

mine. "What do

my empty, meaningless track record with women before her, a pit forms in the center of my stomach. "Please, I

of her presence keeping the distress at

she repeats dazedly

love you after one day, honey? You ain't seen nothing yet." I'm coming dangerously close to revealing what an absolute fanatic I am for her. Maybe I have already, somewhat, but she doesn't know how deep this obsession runs. I'm not sure I even know yet. I

responds, shaking

fists to keep from reaching for her

notes, settling both in her lap. "We should start with Ancient

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