Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 140

Stewart released his grip, straightened his suit jacket, and fixed Garry with a cold, steely gaze.

“Don’t bother trying to provoke me. Whether it’s Briony or Rosita and her son, they’re none of your business. If you’re smart, you’ll get yourself back to Westenmar and stay out of this. Otherwise, don’t blame me for forgetting our old friendship.”

With that, Stewart turned his attention away, pivoted, and strode off.

Garry watched Stewart’s retreating figure, a slow grin spreading across his face as if he’d just stumbled on something exciting. “Stewart, those who break their word are bound to pay for it. Is your reckoning finally coming?”

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Dinner was over.

The group filed out of the restaurant together.

Silveridge, perched on the coast, rarely saw snow in winter, but the wind off the sea could cut right through you. By nightfall, the icy gusts whipped so sharply that it stung your skin.

Stepping outside, Briony squinted against the cold, half her face disappearing into her raised collar.

Carney had been drinking, so he couldn’t drive. James took his keys and went to fetch the car.

Meanwhile, Garry’s driver pulled up. After exchanging goodbyes with Carney and Professor Thornton, Garry turned last to Briony, who stood quietly at Carney’s side. “Ms. Kensington, would you mind sharing your contact information?”

A few steps away, Stewart caught the remark. His dark eyes narrowed, glancing sideways at the pair.

Under the city’s neon lights, Briony’s face was mostly hidden in her coat, only her eyes visible. The glow of the city danced in them, like shattered light flickering in her gaze.

But now, those eyes looked at Garry, cool and distant. “Sorry, that’s not possible.”

Stewart, hearing this, arched an eyebrow and shot Garry a look.

Garry didn’t seem surprised. He calmly withdrew his hand and flicked a brief, knowing glance in Stewart’s direction.

Their eyes met. Stewart’s lips curled into a cold, brief smirk.

“My apologies, I was out of line,” Garry said smoothly, still smiling. “Well then, Ms. Kensington, gentlemen, I’ll be on my way.”

Briony looked down, making no reply.

Carney and Professor Thornton were rosy-cheeked and a little tipsy, oblivious to the tension. They warmly bid Garry farewell.