NovelEnglishChapter 133 The crowd around them seemed to freeze in place.
Above their heads, paper lanterns drifted into the night sky while farther out, floating candles carried wishes downstream on the river.
A cool evening breeze brushed Briony's cheek, lifting a few strands of her hair.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she pulled her gaze away from the glowing lights and looked up at James. "Let's go." James glanced down at her, his arm still protectively around her shoulders.
"You didn't get hurt back there, did you?" "No," Briony replied quietly, eyes lowered. "Thank you." James swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "There are too many people here. I'll help you get out." That brief scare had left her a little shaken. At a moment like this, Briony couldn't be bothered with propriety; she simply nodded. "Alright." James guided her through the crowd, one arm shielding her shoulders, the other held out in front to clear a path. Behind them, an intense, cold stare followed their every move, lingering until they finally broke free of the throng and reached the car.
The door closed, shutting out the noise-and that unsettling gaze.
Briony leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, looking exhausted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJames glanced at her, lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, he turned and looked toward the back seat. "Where do you live, Hannah? I'll take you hfirst." "Thank you, Mr. Delaney!" Hannah beamed and rattled off her address.
After dropping Hannah off, James turned the car toward Dolphin Cove.
Briony seemed to have fallen asleep, her eyes closed the entire time, quietly resting.
James eased his foot off the gas, driving slower and more carefully.
Bzzz- A vibration cfrom inside Briony's purse.
She opened her eyes, reached into her bag, and pulled out her phone.
It was Carney, calling to say a high-profile client had just reclaimed a significant artifact from overseas. The piece needed restoration-an extraordinarily difficult task.
Carney believed only a joint effort between Briony and James could do the job justice, and asked if Briony could return to Silveridge with James the next day. Briony agreed.
After hanging up, she relayed the plan to James.
"So, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning?" he asked.
"Yeah. But you'll need to dropat my stufirst-I left all my documents there." "Alright." Five minutes later, the Range Rover pulled up in front of her studio.
James started to get out, but Briony waved him off. "No need. There's a security guard on duty all night-it's safe." When the elevator doors opened on her floor, Briony stepped out.
She'd barely taken two steps before stopping short.
A man stood outside her studoor. Briony's brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?" Stewart held up a lantern. "Irwin bought this for you. You forgot it." Briony glanced coolly at the lantern. "Then let it stay forgotten. You didn't need to make a special trip." Stewart arched an eyebrow, his dark eyes fixed on her. "It's from Irwin. You shouldn't treat it so lightly." Her frown deepened. She could tell Stewart was in a bad mood. After all, they'd been married for five years-she knew his temper.
Back on the riverside, the look he'd given her... anyone would think he wanted to tear her apart.
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But Briony couldn't understand what had set him off. Was he really this! angry just because she'd forgotten a lantern from Irwin? Maybe she'd spoiled this father and son too much in the past.
She didn't want to waste targuing. Skirting around Stewart, she unlocked the door and headed straight inside. Stewart didn't follow.
Briony went to the lounge to grab her IDs, then to the restoration room for her toolkit.
A golden retriever puppy trailed her from room to room.
"Lucky, don't followout. I'm leaving for a few days," she said, looking down at the puppy.
Lucky tilted his head, barked softly, and sat obediently in place.
He was smart and well-behaved-Briony couldn't help but smile and crouch down to scratch his head. "I'll bring you back streats, alright? Be good while I'm gone." "Woof woof!" Lucky spun in a happy little circle.
Briony's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Show-off." At the entrance, Stewart watched Briony and the puppy together, his brow creased.
In his dark eyes, her pale profile was framed by a few loose strands of hair-a picture of quiet contentment.
But for sreason, seeing this left Stewart with a hollow ache inchis chest. Briony straightened up and walked toward the door.
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