Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 218

“Surely even someone as busy as you has time for a meal, right?” Garry stood up, smoothing the front of his suit jacket. “All I wanted was to invite you to dinner.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t make a habit of dining with strangers.” Briony could tell he wasn’t here for anything important, and she had no interest in arguing. “You should go. I have work to do.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the lounge.

Garry, however, didn’t leave.

He sat back down on the sofa, picked up the magazine he’d been leafing through earlier, and idly flipped a page.

It was barely three o’clock.

Once Briony stepped into the restoration studio, she was fully absorbed in her work.

Outside, rain drizzled steadily against the windows.

Time always seemed to fly by when she was focused.

On rainy days, dusk came sooner than expected.

By five, the world beyond the windows was already shrouded in darkness.

The city’s neon lights flickered on, painting streaks of color across the wet glass.

A knock sounded at the door—Hannah.

“Come in,” Briony called, setting her tools aside and glancing toward the entrance.

Hannah slipped in, shutting the door behind her, her expression exasperated. “So, um, Mr. Ferguson still hasn’t left.”

Briony blinked in surprise.

She checked the clock.

Five o’clock.

Three hours…

He really has nothing better to do, does he?

Briony pulled off her safety glasses and rubbed her brow. “If your shift is over, don’t worry about him. Just head home.”

“Alright!” Hannah grinned in relief. “I’m clocking out then!”

“Drive safe. It’s wet out there,” Briony reminded her.

“I will! You too, Briony!”

Briony just nodded.

One by one, Hannah and the rest of the staff packed up and left for the evening.

Briony had no desire to go out and face Garry, so she decided to put in a little overtime.

She was deliberately avoiding him.

And Garry, of course, knew it.

By half past five, he finally emerged from the lounge and made his way to the studio door.

He knocked.

Briony heard it, but purposely ignored him, turning up the gentle background music to drown out any further interruptions.

Garry picked up on the message. The corners of his mouth quirked upward as he listened to the music drifting through the door.

It was obvious she was doing it on purpose.

But instead of being annoyed, he just smiled—his interest only deepening.

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Briony worked straight through until six-thirty.