Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 193

After returning from Ghana to Northborough, Briony spent a full three days resting at home.

Following Stella’s prenatal nutrition plan, Gina cooked something different for every meal, making sure Briony never had the same dish twice.

Gradually, Briony’s appetite improved, and she managed to eat more than she had before.

During those three days, aside from James dropping by daily to check on her—and to discuss a bit of work—no one else disturbed Briony.

Stella, now back at the hospital, was swamped with patients, but she still found time to text Briony and check in on her.

By the fourth day, Briony looked and felt much better, ready to get back to her usual routine.

The moment she arrived at the studio that morning, Hannah greeted her with news: someone had sent her flowers again.

Briony could pretty much guess who the sender was.

This time, it was a bouquet of white roses—just like before, a card tucked inside.

Without even glancing at the card, Briony tossed it straight into the trash, then told Hannah to take the flowers down to the café on the ground floor.

As Hannah headed downstairs with the bouquet, she ran into James at the entrance.

He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the flowers. “More flowers for our Briony?”

Lately, James had been calling her “our Briony” so often that everyone at the studio was used to it.

Hannah just shrugged. “Doesn’t matter how many she gets, Briony doesn’t seem to care for flowers at all—she doesn’t even look at them.”

“Not a fan of flowers, huh?” James scoffed lightly. “She just isn’t interested in the person sending them!”

Hannah blinked. “Do you know who keeps sending them, Mr. Delaney?”

“No need to know. Doesn’t matter who it is—our Briony’s not impressed.”

With his hands in his pockets, James sauntered upstairs, looking as cool as ever.

…

Briony had barely entered the restoration room when James pushed open the door behind her.

“Why didn’t you stay home a few more days? The curator said you should take it easy—the Antiquarian Society can wait.”