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?

glasses and rubbed her brow. "If your shift is

grinned in relief. "I'm clocking out

out there,"

will! You too,

Briony just nodded.

one, Hannah and the rest of the staff packed up and left for the

go out and face Garry, so she decided to

deliberately

Garry, of course, knew

from the lounge and made his way to the

He knocked.

the gentle background

corners of his

the music

was

being annoyed, he

...

worked straight through until

She glanced outside.

frosted glass doors, she

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

sprawling studio was

in its bed, perked up as

straight to her office, shrugged into her coat, grabbed her bag and car keys,

give him a fond pat. "I'm heading

puppy whined softly, reluctant but obedient, watching as Briony walked

jump when she saw

between his lips curling up in a grin. "Am I really that

over. "Mr. Ferguson, this

his cigar and tossed

I have a thing for chasing after cool, untouchable beauties like

dignify that

the elevator and pressed

doors slid open, Briony

ignored him, pressed the button for the

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