Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 159

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The drive back was quiet; Briony didn’t say a word.

James glanced at her in the rearview mirror several times, noticing that she was staring out the window, lost in thought.

When they finally pulled up outside the studio, he killed the engine and turned to her.

“We’re here,” he reminded gently.

Briony snapped out of her reverie, ducked her head, and unbuckled her seat belt.

Just as she reached for the door handle, James caught her wrist.

“What did Stewart say to you?” he asked.

Briony looked back at him, her lips curving into a faint, distant smile. “There’s a change in the contract. I haven’t looked it over yet, but I’ll go through it carefully when I get home.”

James frowned. “Is that really all?”

She just smiled again. “That’s all. I’m not staying late tonight. You should head home.”

“Do you need me to have someone look over the agreement for you?”

“Not for now.”

At that, James released her hand.

Briony stepped out of the car, slung her purse over her shoulder, and headed straight into the building.

He watched her retreating figure until she disappeared into the elevator, then finally started the car and drove off.

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Private hospital room.

Lauren sat at the bedside, awkwardly peeling an apple.

Rosita was half-reclined against the pillows, her uninjured hand holding her phone as she talked to Maxine.