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?

rubbed her brow. "If your shift is

relief. "I'm clocking

out there," Briony

will! You

Briony just nodded.

the

had no desire to go out and face Garry, so she

deliberately

of

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

He knocked.

ignored him, turning up the gentle

on the message. The corners of his mouth

music drifting

was doing it

he just smiled-his interest only

...

straight through

She glanced outside.

glass doors, she could see

up her bench, slipped out of

sprawling studio

pup, curled up in its bed, perked up as soon as Briony appeared, tail

coat, grabbed her bag and

puppy trotted over to her. She crouched to give him a fond pat. "I'm heading home

puppy whined softly, reluctant but obedient, watching as Briony

and turned-only to jump when she

cigar between his lips curling up in

"Mr. Ferguson, this really isn't

stubbed out his cigar and tossed it in a nearby trash

after cool, untouchable beauties like you, Ms. Kensington. It does

dignify that with

to the elevator

slid open, Briony stepped inside.

for the

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