Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 301

Southern Vale Airport.

A private yacht was moored at the dock.

The captain warned that the sea was rough today, so they'd be moving slowly—it would take around four hours to reach Sapphire Shores.

Briony Kensington's head throbbed dully. As soon as she boarded the yacht, she found a quiet room and went straight to bed.

Stewart Wentworth, knowing she was unwell, asked one of the stewardesses to bring Briony some motion sickness pills.

Briony didn't protest. She swallowed the pills and collapsed onto the bed.

The wind was fierce, and the yacht rocked and pitched as it cut across the waves.

Briony hadn't slept well last night, and lying down didn't do much to ease her discomfort.

Eventually, the medicine began to work; she drifted in and out of a restless sleep.

When she finally woke, the boat was tossing even more violently than before.

She pushed back the covers and sat up, checking the time—only two hours had passed.

Frustration washed over her. Every minute felt like an eternity.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Briony slipped on her shoes and went to answer it.

Stewart stood outside, his gaze dark and steady. "Still feeling sick?"

Briony didn't bother replying.

Stewart seemed used to her cold shoulder. "It'll be another two hours before we dock. You haven't eaten since this morning—I asked them to prepare lunch for you. Come eat something."

"No," she replied coolly. "I just want to rest. Let me know when we arrive."

With that, she shut the door in his face.

Stewart stared at the closed door, lips pressed into a thin line.

After a moment, he turned and walked away.

Briony refused to eat—not just to avoid Stewart, but because the seasickness had killed her appetite. She could barely stand the thought of food.

The next two hours crawled by in a haze of nausea and exhaustion.

At last, the yacht reached the shore.

Briony hurried off the boat, hand clasped over her mouth, and made it to a nearby trash can before vomiting.

Stewart approached, unscrewing the cap of a bottle of water and handing it to her.

She took it gratefully and rinsed out her mouth.

The nausea that had been churning in her stomach finally began to subside.

Stewart studied her. "Are you sure you're okay? If you need to rest, we can find a guesthouse nearby and wait until you feel better—"

"I'm fine," Briony cut him off, her voice steady. "Let's go."