Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 164

9:00 p.m.

The car turned into Southcreek Manor.

Briony and Stella stepped out, heading straight for the front door. Stella pressed the doorbell.

Carl answered. “Ms. Kensington, Dr. Joyner—please come in.”

Once inside, Carl turned to Briony. “Ms. Kensington, Mr. Wentworth is waiting for you in his study upstairs.”

It was clear Stewart wanted to speak to Briony alone.

“I’ll go with you?” Stella offered, a flicker of concern in her eyes.

Briony gave her a reassuring smile. “Just wait for me here.” With that, she turned and made her way upstairs.

Stella watched her friend’s retreating figure until Briony disappeared from sight, then finally looked back at Carl.

“Is your boss, Attorney Wentworth, out of his mind or something?”

Carl blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, definitely! You have my sympathy.” Stella sighed and flopped onto the sofa. “Working for a lunatic must be exhausting, huh?”

Carl was left speechless.

…

Briony paused outside the study and knocked.

“Come in.” Stewart’s low voice sounded from inside.

She pressed her lips together, took a steadying breath, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.

The study was brightly lit. Stewart stood by the floor-to-ceiling window beside his desk, tall and imposing, his profile sharp and cool.

He turned slightly at the sound, his gaze icy as it landed on her.

When Briony lingered at the threshold, he raised a dark eyebrow. “Afraid I might bite?”

She frowned. Oddly enough, Stewart seemed to be in a decent mood tonight.

Maybe it was her latest concession—her willingness to bend yet again—that gave this man his familiar sense of control.

Briony’s voice was cold. “There’s no one else here. Just say what you want.”