Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 687

Briony froze for a moment.

A partnership agreement?

She pressed her lips together, staring at him without blinking.

Stewart met her gaze, barely breathing.

After a long silence, Briony finally said, “I believe you.”

Stewart’s eyes widened, a surge of emotion flickering across his face. “Bryn, you really believe me?”

Briony gave a tired little smile. “Didn’t we start out as a contract marriage, too?”

Stewart looked caught off guard for a second.

“Stewart, you’re an adult. And now you’re free to do as you wish. Whatever decision you make, as long as you’ve thought it through, that’s all that matters. Other people’s opinions aren’t nearly as important as you think.”

She looked straight at him, her voice calm. “And anyway, Ms. Cooper is an impressive woman. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to choose her.”

Stewart frowned, realizing just how wrong she’d gotten the situation.

“That’s not it. Xenia Cooper and I—it’s not like what we had. It’s—”

Knock, knock.

A sudden rapping at the door cut Stewart off.

Maynard’s voice came from outside: “Bryn, can I come in?”

Briony stood up and went to open the door.

A huge basket of lilies was thrust into her arms.

“I was driving past the university and saw an old lady selling flowers on the street,” Maynard explained. “It’s freezing out there, and she looked miserable, so I stopped and bought everything she had.”

Briony blinked, about to speak, when a sneeze escaped her.

Maynard instantly pulled the lilies behind his back. “You’re allergic to fresh flowers?”

“…No.” Briony pressed a hand over her nose and mouth, frowning a little. “But I am sensitive to the scent of lilies…”

Maynard: …So much for romance.

Briony turned to Stewart. “Mr. Maynard and I have some business to discuss, so—?”

“Go ahead.” Stewart got up and headed for the door, pausing to eye the basket in Maynard’s hands. Then he looked straight at Maynard.

“If Bryn’s sensitive to lilies, it’s probably best not to keep them here. I’ll take them out for you and throw them away.”

Maynard scowled inwardly.