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?

smile tugging at his lips.

Briony frowned.

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 surprise

out about Stewart's affair, she'd

the day she moved out, she'd tossed it out

things had somehow ended up

clearly noticed the shock and confusion

how I got

pressed her lips together, refusing to answer. Her hands

walking toward

a step back, watching him warily. "It was just something I sketched for fun. It's

feet between them, his dark gaze sizing her

made Briony uncomfortable. She frowned and snapped, "Stewart, I don't understand what's motivating these demands

stopping right in

a deep breath. "Then

on a trip to

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