Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 512

Briony stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold, her eyes calm and unreadable.

Ferdinand glared at Stewart, his eyes bloodshot. "If you ever dare humiliate Bryn again, I swear I won't let you off so easily!"

Carl rushed over, grabbing Ferdinand and pulling him away from Stewart with force.

Stumbling back a few steps, Ferdinand straightened up, tugged his collar back into place where Carl had yanked it askew, and continued to glare at Stewart. "Mr. Wentworth, are you alright?" Carl asked anxiously, his own eyes rimmed with red.

Stewart steadied himself, gently brushing Carl's hand away. He lifted a hand to his lips, stifling a cough, swallowing the metallic taste of blood that rose in his throat.

At a distance, Briony's gaze never left Stewart. She stood as if carved from stone, her face a blank mask.

Stewart wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth. "I'm fine. Just a scratch."

Carl glanced down at Stewart's clenched fists, hanging at his sides and trembling ever so slightly, worry etched deep on his face.

Mr. Wentworth was already pushing himself too hard-now he'd taken a punch from Ferdinand as well.

now, but Stewart had forced it

"Those videos and photos of Rosita-how

couldn't help but sneer when he heard Stewart was trying to buy up Rosita's scandalous footage. “Still hopelessly in love with Rosita, are you, Mr. Wentworth? Even now, after she's ruined her reputation and run off to Ferguson, you're still trying to protect her? I guess some people can never let go

meant every word

him. "Tell Mr. Lockwood to contact

squared his shoulders, and

speak quietly.

turning slightly

gaze, meeting his dark, inscrutable

air between

a gentle voice. "After everything he's done to you,

Her eyes

lowering his head to pull a

the bruises and pinpricks on

you want to

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