A chill of mockery swept through Briony's heart, though her face remained composed and impassive.
So this was what it felt like to be utterly disappointed in someone—so much so that even anger seemed like too much effort.
"Stewart, drop the act. I know everything you're doing is for Irwin." Briony called him out without hesitation.
"I'll make this clear: even if you ripped out your heart and handed it to me, I still wouldn't give it a second glance."
With that, Briony brushed past him and headed straight for the living room.
Stewart's hand tightened ever so slightly around the jewelry box he held. He lowered his gaze, staring at the wedding ring inside, a shadow falling over his expression.
…
Dinner was ready. The group gathered around the dining table, taking their seats.
Little Nina and little Mario were looked after by Crystal and Carol, sparing Briony and Gwendolyn White from any extra worry.
At the table, the four men each nursed their own thoughts.
James sent Marlene down to the wine cellar for two bottles of Château Lafite.
"I'm a lightweight, I admit defeat. The three of you can drink," James declared with easy generosity. "There's plenty more where that came from—help yourselves!"
Ferdinand offered a faint smile. "My tolerance isn't great either. I'll pass."
"I'm trying to be healthy these days," Garry added with a smirk. "I think I'll sit this one out too."
With three of the four men abstaining, Stewart naturally joined the non-drinkers.
Despite the table overflowing with gourmet dishes, only the two oblivious children had any appetite. The rest hardly touched their food, the atmosphere heavy and subdued.
After dinner, Little Nina and little Mario wanted to play upstairs, so Crystal and Carol took them both up, leaving the adults behind.
Garry turned to Briony. "Little Mario's probably going to refuse to go home with me again tonight."
Briony didn't bother hiding her annoyance for Garry, but her heart softened for little Mario. "Then let him stay here with Carol. You can go."
Garry arched a brow, clearly catching the exasperation in Briony's eyes.
He chuckled. "Alright, then I'll head out first."
Not long after Garry left, Ferdinand took a phone call and announced he had to leave as well.
Briony saw him out personally.
Outside the front door, Gifford pulled up to pick Ferdinand up.
Ferdinand paused and glanced at Briony, his tone gentle. "I'm off. Go back inside."
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