Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 159

The drive back was quiet; Briony didn't say a word.

James glanced at her in the rearview mirror several times, noticing that she was staring out the window, lost in thought.

When they finally pulled up outside the studio, he killed the engine and turned to her.

"We're here," he reminded gently.

Briony snapped out of her reverie, ducked her head, and unbuckled her seat belt.

Just as she reached for the door handle, James caught her wrist.

"What did Stewart say to you?" he asked.

Briony looked back at him, her lips curving into a faint, distant smile. "There's a change in the contract. I haven't looked it over yet, but I'll go through it carefully when I get home."

James frowned. "Is that really all?"

She just smiled again. "That's all. I'm not staying late tonight. You should head home."

have someone look over the agreement for

"Not for now."

James

out of the car, slung her purse over her shoulder, and headed

into the elevator, then finally started the car and

Private hospital room.

at the bedside, awkwardly peeling an

her uninjured hand holding her

club has

voice soft and fragile. "But after all these years in

and I'll pay. Also, I have a termination

about this? Even if you step away from the spotlight, as long as you keep your management contract, the

in gently. "He helped draft the termination, so it

Stewart was involved, Maxine knew there was no changing Rosita's mind. Reluctantly, she agreed and hung

aside and turned her gaze to Lauren, still fumbling with the

knife skills left much to

surprising. Lauren had lived a life of comfort and privilege—she'd never needed to do something as mundane as peeling fruit herself. Today, she was clearly trying to play the

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