Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 146

At five o’clock in the evening, a Range Rover pulled up outside the studio.

Briony and James climbed out.

They’d spent the whole afternoon wandering through the supply market, finally managing to track down all the materials they needed.

James popped open the trunk.

There was quite a haul. Briony reached out to help, but James stopped her immediately.

“Don’t touch anything. I’ll just make another trip if I have to.”

“It’s really not that heavy. No need to make extra work for yourself.”

James shot her an exasperated look, nudging her hand away. “You just want to make trouble for me, don’t you? My goddaughter’s in your belly—could you please take it easy?”

Briony gave him a sidelong glance. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, you’re just not acting like someone who’s pregnant!” James gathered up a portion of the supplies, closed the trunk, and jerked his chin toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Briony knew she wouldn’t win this one, so she let him have his way.

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Back at the studio, James carried everything into the restoration room and headed back downstairs for the rest.

Briony returned to her office. She’d just hung up her bag and coat when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” she called.

Hannah poked her head in. “Briony, Attorney Wentworth is here.”

The words made Briony pause. She turned around slowly.

Stewart strode in.

He was dressed in a sharp black suit, tall and imposing, his features severe. His eyes fixed on Briony with the kind of scrutiny reserved for cross-examinations.

That look—cold, assessing—as if she were a defendant in court.

Sensing the tension, Hannah quickly slipped out and closed the door behind her.

Briony’s tone was frosty. “Attorney Wentworth, you do realize it’s after hours? City Hall is already closed.”

Stewart’s gaze darkened. “Briony, was it you who posted that exposé online?”