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

she displayed

cultural artifacts," he continued, as

didn't want

his mouth curving just slightly. "You really don't want to talk to me at all, do

lifting her head and taking a steadying breath. Her eyes, icy and bright, locked onto his. "If you want to discuss when we're signing

save that for after we get

the first time he dodged the

practically a compliment," Briony said, her tone flat. Stewart

him to act like a normal person. Rolling her eyes, she

really coming down out there. Has your flight

typed back

flashed on her screen. She

when you'll take off?" he

if it doesn't clear up,

rain's letting up

call me and I'll come pick you up,"

"Okay."

if it isn't, call your professor before takeoff-he'll need to

Mr. Delaney." Briony couldn't help but laugh. "You

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

lips

crept into her voice-a voice that was naturally delicate, with a steady, comforting cadence. It was the kind of voice made for reading bedtime stories. Over the past five years, it had proven to be just that. Irwin, for one, had grown completely dependent on Briony's nightly readings. Now that she'd moved out, the

about this, Stewart's

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