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?

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

relief. "I'm

out

You

Briony just nodded.

one, Hannah and the rest of the staff packed up

go out and face Garry, so she decided to

was deliberately avoiding

of course, knew

half past five, he finally emerged from the lounge and made

He knocked.

him, turning up the gentle background music to drown

picked up on the message. The corners of his mouth

music drifting

was obvious she was

he just smiled-his interest only

...

straight

She glanced outside.

doors, she could see the

up her bench, slipped out of her work coat, and

studio

curled up in its bed, perked up as soon as

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

him

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

turned-only to jump when she saw Garry waiting in

reaction, the cigar between his lips curling up in a grin. "Am I

expression frosted over. "Mr.

cigar and tossed it in a nearby

cool, untouchable beauties like you, Ms.

that with

elevator

doors slid open, Briony stepped inside. Garry followed

the button for the parking level, and

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