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?

glanced back at her, a faint smile tugging at

Briony frowned.

gift for Stewart-their fifth. She'd begun working on it last May, sneaking into the storage room to paint whenever Stewart was out and Irwin was asleep, hoping to

out about

room, and on the day she moved

things had somehow ended up in

the shock and confusion in Briony's

wondering how I got hold of

answer. Her hands clenched tight at her

walking toward

him warily. "It was just something I sketched for fun. It's not of you,"

a few feet between them,

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

understand me," Stewart replied, stopping right in front

breath. "Then what's the

on a trip to

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