Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 578

Briony was quite satisfied with Blair.

…

A week later, Briony traveled to Andersville on business.

Since she was bringing Carey, Lawyer Hughes, and Blair along, Briony simply arranged for a private flight.

Among Stewart’s assets was a private jet.

On the day of departure, Blair showed up late.

It was the first time he’d been late since he started working for her.

Briony glanced at him. “Why are you late?”

Blair kept his head down, a baseball cap pulled so low it nearly hid his eyes. His voice was quiet and rough. “Sorry.”

Briony caught something off in his tone.

“Are you sick?”

He hesitated for a few seconds before answering, “Had some grilled meat last night. Didn’t sit well with me.”

Briony fell silent.

She wasn’t a harsh boss, but that didn’t mean she had no principles.

A personal bodyguard was supposed to be ready for any emergency. If Blair couldn’t be counted on to show up at a moment’s notice, then there was no point in having a bodyguard at all.

She said, “Don’t be late again. If you can’t guarantee you’ll always be available, I’ll have to make it a rule that you stay by my side twenty-four hours a day.”

Blair nodded. “Understood.”

…

On the plane, Briony and Carey sat together.

Blair took a seat next to Lawyer Hughes.

When the plane landed and everyone filed out of the cabin, Briony rubbed her stiff neck and turned to Carey. “Didn’t sleep well. I think I dreamed that someone was staring at me the whole time.”

Carey shuddered. “That sounds creepy. Was it a pair of resentful eyes, maybe even crying blood?”

Briony shot her a look. “Young people these days watch too many horror movies. It’s not good for your mental health.”

“…Right,” Carey said sheepishly.

Blair and Lawyer Hughes walked behind them, catching snippets of their lighthearted banter.

Lawyer Hughes commented, “Ms. Kensington is always so approachable with us. She’s a great boss—don’t you think, Blair?”

Blair looked at Briony’s slender silhouette ahead, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his cap, expression unreadable. “Yes. She’s good.”

“She really is,” Hughes continued. “And the salary she’s offered you is nothing to sneeze at! You’ve landed yourself a fantastic job—take care of Ms. Kensington and you’ll be the hero of everyone on the payroll!”

Blair glanced sideways at Hughes. “I’ll protect her,” he said quietly. “No matter what.”