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?

portrait of me, isn't it?" Stewart glanced back at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I like it. I want you to finish it—as

Briony frowned.

on it last May, sneaking into the storage room to paint whenever

found out about Stewart's affair, she'd

in the storage room, and on the day she moved

now, both those things had somehow ended

clearly noticed the shock and confusion

got hold of these?" he asked

lips together, refusing to answer. Her hands

started walking

something I sketched for fun. It's not of

leaving a few feet between them, his dark gaze sizing her

She frowned and snapped, "Stewart, I

need to understand me," Stewart replied, stopping right in

deep breath.

on a

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