"Wait a second!"

James stepped in front of Briony, his expression stern. "We just got off a plane, and now you want Bryn to hop on another long-haul flight? Even a pack mule would call it quits by now!"

"Exactly!" Stella pulled Briony over to her side and glared at Stewart, her voice brimming with outrage. "If you want to go chasing after love like a lunatic, that's your business. Bryn isn't about to join you on your wild goose chase!"

Stewart fixed his gaze on James, his eyes cold and unreadable.

He was a little taller than James, and dressed head-to-toe in his usual black, he radiated an intimidating presence that was hard to ignore.

"This is between me and Briony. You have no right to interfere."

James didn't back down in the slightest. His brows were knitted in defiance, and

the handsome lines of his face were set with the stubborn pride of youth.

"Whatever concerns Bryn concerns me that's all there is to it!"

His voice rang out, clear and unyielding.

At that, Stewart's brows arched slightly.

He turned his gaze to Briony, his lips curving into a faint, sardonic smile. "And what about you, Bryn? Do you agree with him?"

met his eyes, her own gaze

didn't have the energy for another long-haul flight to

to look after her-she still felt a bone-deep exhaustion she couldn't quite shake,

home, take a hot shower, and collapse into

said quietly. "I'm tired. I need a few days to

"I've already arranged a private jet. You

get terrible motion sickness. I can't handle another twelve or

his lips together, studying her

he let out a sigh that sounded

falling, "can't you

all the arrangements over there." Stewart's tone softened, just a touch. "Just three days. That's

better than anyone how

nothing short of an earthquake

Three days.

closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then looked at Stewart

But remember what you

her eyes were exhausted, as if

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