Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 109

Stewart left with Irwin-and took the ragdoll cat Rosita had insisted Briony would love.

The moment the door closed behind them, Briony, who had been holding herself together all this time, finally collapsed.

James caught her just as her legs gave out and gently carried her over to the office couch.

She sank into the cushions, clutching her chest, her breathing ragged and fast, her face as white as a sheet.

It was clear she was having a panic attack, triggered by overwhelming emotion.

James pressed a steady hand to her mouth, calmly guiding her, "You're hyperventilating. Close your mouth and breathe with me. One, two-inhale. That's it. One, two, inhale..."

With James's help, her breath eventually slowed to a normal rhythm.

He went to pour her a glass of warm water and brought it to her lips. "Here, drink a little."

Briony leaned back and sipped the water, and after a few gulps, the tension in her body slowly began to ease.

James grabbed a throw pillow and tucked it behind her back. "Lean on this. You'll feel better."

Briony looked up at him, her pale lips curving in a faint, sincere smile. "Thank you."

The past few days had shown her that while James could be blunt, he was genuinely kind—and surprisingly thoughtful for someone his age.

of paper off

skipped. She pushed herself up,

hand and stood,

turned to her, brows knit. "You're

met his gaze, her own brows

at her in disbelief.

a procedure scheduled for

James blinked. "A procedure...?"

to take the report from his hand, her voice

James was silent.

her bag and

puppy was still waiting patiently in its crate. As soon as it saw her, it leapt up, tail wagging furiously, barking in

and let

over to her, rubbing its head

her play

a long, uncomfortable silence, he finally asked,

"He doesn't need to." James pressed his lips together,

doesn't have a dog bed or any food yet, right?"

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