Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 165

How did Stewart even manage to find these things?

But honestly, that wasn't really the point.

She looked up at Stewart. "And the second condition?"

Stewart met her gaze, his dark eyes steady and unreadable.

Briony's expression remained cold, her beautiful eyes betraying not a hint of emotion.

Without a word, Stewart turned away and walked toward the tall window, stopping at a shelf beside it.

A white cloth was draped over something on the shelf.

He reached out and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

The cloth fell away, revealing a painting propped up on an easel-a portrait, rendered in soft, unfinished strokes. The figure of a man was already taking shape, even though the work was incomplete.

Briony's eyes widened in shock. She could hardly believe what she was seeing.

How on earth was this painting here?

it?" Stewart glanced back at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I like it.

Briony frowned.

last May, sneaking into the storage room to paint whenever

she found out about Stewart's

and on the day she moved out, she'd

both those things had somehow ended

clearly noticed the shock

how I got hold of

pressed her lips together, refusing to answer. Her hands clenched tight at her

walking toward

something I

Stewart stopped, leaving a few feet between them, his

"Stewart, I don't understand what's motivating these

Stewart replied, stopping right in

deep breath. "Then

on a trip

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