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 his lips. "I like it. I want you to finish it—as a keepsake

Briony frowned.

begun working on it last May, sneaking into the storage room

out about Stewart's

the storage room, and on the day she moved out, she'd tossed it out along

things had somehow ended

the shock and

how I got hold of

lips together, refusing to answer. Her hands clenched

walking toward

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

so?" Stewart stopped, leaving a few feet between them, his dark gaze sizing her

and snapped, "Stewart, I

me," Stewart replied, stopping right in front of her.

breath. "Then what's

me on a trip

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