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?

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

Hannah grinned in relief. "I'm clocking out

It's wet out there," Briony reminded

will! You

Briony just nodded.

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

Garry, so she decided to put in

deliberately

of course,

five, he finally emerged from the lounge and

He knocked.

him, turning up the gentle background music

The corners of his mouth

the music drifting through the

she was doing it on

being annoyed, he just

...

straight through until

She glanced outside.

glass doors, she could see the studio was

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

sprawling studio

in its bed, perked up

walked straight to her office, shrugged into her coat, grabbed

her. She crouched to give him

reluctant but obedient, watching

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

at her startled reaction, the cigar between his lips

expression frosted over. "Mr. Ferguson, this

his cigar and tossed it in a nearby trash

cool, untouchable beauties like you, Ms.

that with

elevator and

open, Briony stepped inside.

for the

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