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?

Stewart glanced back at her, a faint smile tugging

Briony frowned.

begun working on it last May, sneaking into the storage room to paint whenever Stewart was out and Irwin

out about Stewart's affair, she'd

on the day she moved out, she'd tossed it out along with an old

both those things had

clearly noticed the shock

wondering how I got

pressed her lips together, refusing to answer. Her hands

walking

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

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

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

to understand me," Stewart replied, stopping right in front of her. "I just need

deep breath. "Then what's the

a

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