Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 144

He really did a thorough job—looks like Stewart pulled out all the stops this time, just like Stella said.

Briony pushed the thought aside and drove to her studio.

When she arrived, the golden retriever puppy was already waiting at the front entrance, tail wagging in anticipation.

“Woof woof!”

Briony walked over, crouched down, and gave the puppy a gentle pat on the head.

“Briony!”

Hannah stood up from her desk. “Someone just dropped off a bouquet of roses for you. I put them on your desk.”

Roses?

Briony straightened up and glanced at Hannah. “Did they say who sent them?”

“Nope,” Hannah replied, “but I think there’s a card!”

“Alright, thanks.”

Briony pushed open her office door.

A massive bouquet of delicate blue roses sat on her desk.

She walked over, picked up the card, and flipped it open.

[The first time I saw you, there were stars in your eyes. Since then, you’ve filled my heart with a galaxy of wonder.]

In the corner, a simple ‘Mr. F.’

Briony frowned, tossed the card into the trash, and cradled the bouquet as she walked out of the office.

“Hannah, take these down to the café on the first floor. Let them have the flowers.”

Hannah looked a little disappointed. “You really don’t want such beautiful roses?”

“If you like them,” Briony said, handing them over, “they’re yours.”

Hannah shook her head quickly. “No way, these are clearly from one of your admirers, Briony. I’d feel bad taking them!”

“I’m not interested in flowers. Give them to the café—they could use them for their tables.”

“Sure thing!”

Hannah headed out, roses in hand, and bumped right into James as he came in.

“Morning, Mr. Delaney!”

James glanced at the bouquet. “Got flowers today, Hannah?”