Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 218

"Surely even someone as busy as you has time for a meal, right?" Garry stood up, smoothing the front of his suit jacket. "All I wanted was to invite you to dinner."

"I'm sorry, but I don't make a habit of dining with strangers." Briony could tell he wasn't here for anything important, and she had no interest in arguing. "You should go. I have work to do."

With that, she turned and walked out of the lounge.

Garry, however, didn't leave.

He sat back down on the sofa, picked up the magazine he'd been leafing through earlier, and idly flipped a page.

It was barely three o'clock.

Once Briony stepped into the restoration studio, she was fully absorbed in her work.

Outside, rain drizzled steadily against the windows.

Time always seemed to fly by when she was focused.

On rainy days, dusk came sooner than expected.

By five, the world beyond the windows was already shrouded in darkness.

The city's neon lights flickered on, painting streaks of color across the wet glass.

A knock sounded at the door-Hannah.

"Come in," Briony called, setting her tools aside and glancing toward the entrance.

Hannah slipped in, shutting the door behind her, her expression exasperated. "So, um, Mr. Ferguson still hasn't left."

Briony blinked in surprise.

She checked the clock.

Five o'clock.

Three hours...

He really has nothing better to do, does he?

brow. "If your

relief. "I'm clocking out

wet out there," Briony

will! You

Briony just nodded.

of the staff

to go out and face Garry, so she decided

was deliberately avoiding

of course,

five, he finally emerged from the lounge and made

He knocked.

it, but purposely ignored him, turning up the gentle background music to drown out any further

message. The corners of his mouth quirked

the music drifting through

was doing it on

annoyed, he just smiled-his interest only

...

worked straight

She glanced outside.

the frosted glass doors, she

safety goggles, tidied up her bench, slipped out of her work coat, and

studio was

golden retriever pup, curled up in its bed, perked up as soon

office, shrugged into her coat, grabbed her bag and car keys, and headed

to give him a fond pat. "I'm heading home now. See you

softly, reluctant but obedient,

the main doors and turned-only to jump when she saw Garry waiting

at her startled reaction, the cigar between his lips curling up in a grin.

frosted over. "Mr. Ferguson, this really

cigar and tossed it in

I think it's pretty fun. I have a thing for chasing after cool, untouchable

dignify that with a

to the elevator and

the doors slid open, Briony stepped

him, pressed the button for the

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