Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 270

Westenmar, Capital City.

Garry Ferguson’s Private Estate.

Rosita had been here for three days now.

Not once had Garry come home.

She’d asked Larson about it.

All he told her was that Garry had “important business” to attend to—what kind of business, he wouldn’t say.

Something wasn’t right. Rosita could feel it.

She thought about calling Garry, but when she reached for her phone, she realized there was no signal.

More precisely, the signal was being blocked.

She turned to Larson with a hard stare. “What’s Garry playing at?”

Larson’s face didn’t so much as twitch. His tone was strictly professional: “I’m sorry, Ms. Lockwood. I’m just following Mr. Ferguson’s instructions. He must have his reasons for this. Please be patient.”

Rosita’s heart sank a little further.

Larson was Garry’s right hand—if he’d been stationed here, it could only mean Garry had no plans to come back anytime soon. And he certainly wasn’t planning on letting her leave.

She glared at Larson, but he just stared ahead, expressionless, as if she were invisible.

Anger boiling inside, Rosita spun on her heel and stormed back to her room.

The moment the door closed, frustration exploded. She swept every bottle of makeup off her vanity and sent them crashing to the floor.

Garry had locked her up here, refused to see her, and now he’d cut off any way for her to reach the outside world.

She was completely isolated.

She had no idea what was happening back in Silveridge, no idea how Briony was doing.

Rosita’s face twisted with fury.

What the hell was Garry up to? Had he lost his mind?

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Silveridge

Women’s and Children’s Hospital – Maternity Ward

By the time Stewart’s plane touched down, it was already seven in the evening.