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?

pulled off her safety glasses and rubbed her brow. "If your shift is over, don't worry about him. Just

relief. "I'm

safe. It's wet out there,"

You

Briony just nodded.

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

and face Garry,

was deliberately avoiding

of

from the lounge and made his way to the studio

He knocked.

purposely ignored him, turning up the gentle

picked up on the message. The corners of his mouth quirked upward

the music drifting through

she was doing it

instead of being annoyed, he just smiled-his interest

...

straight through

She glanced outside.

frosted glass doors, she

safety goggles, tidied up her bench, slipped out of

studio was

pup, curled up in its bed, perked

her coat,

to her. She crouched to give him a

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

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

startled reaction, the cigar between his lips curling up in a

over. "Mr. Ferguson, this really isn't

cigar and tossed it

cool, untouchable beauties like you, Ms.

that with a

the elevator and pressed the

the doors slid open, Briony stepped inside.

pressed the button for

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