NovelEnglishChapter 421 The wedding had been postponed.
Briony remained in her room, refusing to step outside.
Around noon, Bianca cin to bring her lunch.
Seeing Briony sitting on the bed, eyes closed, Bianca pressed her lips together and let out a quiet sigh.
A wedding, yet the bride-so beautiful-looked anything but happy.
Everyone could see how strange and tense the whole affair was. Still, Stewart was paying them to do their jobs; it wasn't their place to judge the master's choices.
All they could do was marvel, quietly, that a man as rich and powerful as Stewart could still find himself helpless in love.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSthings in life were simply beyond anyone's control.
Bianca approached the bed, her voice gentle. "Ma'am, you should eat something. I just heard from Mr. Stewart- the ceremony won't be until tonight. Please, just have a little to tide you over." Briony opened her eyes and looked at Bianca.
After a moment, her gaze drifted to the tray Bianca had placed on the table.
"I don't want any of this," she said, her tone cool. "Tell the chef I want steak instead." "Excuse me?" Bianca was caught off guard. "But you're still recovering... Steak might be hard to digest." "I want steak," Briony replied, her voice unyielding. "And I want the best cut, cooked to fine-dining standards." Bianca didn't dare argue further. "Please wait a moment-I'll have to check with Mr. Stewart." There was no way around that step.
Fortunately, Stewart didn't object.
About half an hour later, Bianca cin carrying a plate of freshly seared steak. "Ma'am, your steak is ready." Briony stood, tugging the heavy skirt of her wedding dress behind her as she walked over. "You can leave now." "Of course." Once Bianca left, Briony sat down and stared at the neatly sliced steak, brows furrowed.
The steak was already cut, but the only utensils Bianca had given her were chopsticks-wooden ones, no less. That was clearly Stewart's doing.
Typical Stewart, she thought. Always so vigilant, always anticipating her next move.
Briony picked up a piece of steak with the chopsticks and popped it into her mouth, her face expressionless as she chewed.
She wasn't about to give up so easily.
She only managed a few bites before she set the plate aside.
Carrying the tray, she stepped out of her room.
Bianca had been standing guard outside. When she saw Briony vel emerge, she rushed lettake that for you." "It's fine, I wanted to stretch my legs anyway." Briony sidestepped Bianca's hand. "Which way to the kitchen?" Bianca, seeing how determined she was, gave in and led the way.
When they reached the kitchen, Bianca took the tray from her.
The chef spotted Briony and looked surprised. "Ma'am, was something wrong with the steak?" Briony glanced at him, her tone calm. "No, it was good. I just want sjuice now." She scanned the kitchen, then pointed to the fridge. "Could you makea glass of fresh orange juice?" The chef nodded at once. "Of course, I'll make it right away." "Take your time. I'll wait," Briony said, and began pacing the kitchen, the weight of her wedding dress dragging behind her as she walked back and forth.
Bianca watched her, uncertain what to make of it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Briony seemed perfectly composed, so Bianca said nothing.
When the juice was ready, Briony took the glass, turned on her been and left the kitchen without another word. Bianca had watched her closely the entire time, but saw nothing out ofer in ordinary. She let out a silent sigh the of relief.
Briony returned to her room with the juice.
She'd barely sat on the edge of the bed when Stewart entered, a shoebox in his hand.
Briony's eyes went cold at the sight.
Stewart crossed the room and knelt before her, lifting one of her feet With a gentle band.
He opened the box and took out a pair of crystal heels-identical to the opes from that morning. In less than a day, Stewart had really managed to find a new pair that matched exactly.
This time, the size was perfect.
He slipped them onto her feet, then looked up at her, dark eyes steady and intense. "Bryn, you see?" His voice was low. "I told you I could do it."
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