Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 227

The heavy rain had delayed all departures, and Briony's flight was no exception.

She'd booked a first-class ticket, so she waited out the storm in the airport's VIP lounge.

To pass the time, Briony picked up a magazine from a nearby table and began flipping through it absently.

Suddenly, the polished toes of a pair of black dress shoes stopped right in front of her.

Puzzled, Briony looked up-and found herself staring into Stewart's dark, inscrutable eyes.

Her lips pressed together, and her brow furrowed, almost instinctively.

A faint, knowing smile played at the corner of Stewart's mouth. "Heading to Silveridge too?" he asked.

Briony felt a vague but unmistakable sense of foreboding settle in her chest.

"Judging by your face, I got it right," Stewart said, his voice low and even. "I'm on my way to Silveridge as well."

Briony said nothing.

He glanced at the empty seat beside her and, without the slightest hesitation, sat down.

"Are you going for the Antiquarian Society's documentary shoot?" he asked.

"That's none of your business," Briony replied coolly, barely giving him a glance before returning to her magazine.

After what had happened last time at City Hall the way Stewart had played her for a fool-she saw no reason to pretend civility anymore.

This man was selfish and manipulative, always looking out for himself, always finding new ways to use her. If that was the case, why should she bother maintaining appearances?

had underestimated

matter how openly she displayed her disgust,

some legal issues about protecting cultural artifacts," he continued, as if her rudeness didn't register. "So

She didn't want to hear

her cold profile, his mouth curving just slightly. "You really don't want to talk to me

breath. Her eyes, icy and bright, locked onto his. "If you want to discuss when we're signing the divorce papers, I'd be more

raised an eyebrow. "Let's save that for after

much. It wouldn't be the first time he dodged the issue;

compliment," Briony said, her tone flat. Stewart said nothing, his gaze

him to act like a normal person. Rolling her

rain's really coming

back

James's name flashed on her screen. She answered and walked over to

idea when you'll take off?" he

there's lightning, so if it doesn't clear up, the

rain's letting up a little

canceled, call me and I'll come pick

"Okay."

call your professor before takeoff-he'll need to know when to

laugh. "You worry too much.

snorted. "If my goddaughter weren't in your belly, I wouldn't even be making

lips

voice that was naturally delicate, with a steady, comforting cadence. It was the

Stewart's

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