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.

this painting as an anniversary gift for Stewart-their fifth. She'd begun working on it last May, sneaking into the storage room to paint whenever Stewart was

found out about Stewart's affair, she'd stopped

on the day she moved out, she'd

now, both those things had somehow ended

noticed the shock and confusion

got hold of these?"

her lips together, refusing to answer. Her

started walking toward

back, watching him warily. "It was just something I sketched for fun. It's not of you," she said, her

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

Briony uncomfortable. She frowned and snapped, "Stewart, I don't

right in front of her.

breath.

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