Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 592

Mary saw the look on Briony's face and knew there would be no exceptions for her.

"Briony, thank you... for everything these past few months."

"Carey will be in touch with you about the contract termination," Briony said as she walked to the door, her tone brisk. "Take care of yourself."

With that, she opened the door.

"Briony—" Mary's voice trembled behind her.

Briony turned.

Mary pressed a shaking hand to her mouth, her eyes red and brimming with pain. "I'm sorry."

Briony frowned, about to reply, when footsteps sounded behind her.

An uneasy premonition flashed through her mind. She spun around, but before she could react, a rough hand clamped over her mouth and nose. A sharp, chemical smell filled her senses, and in the next instant, her world went black.

…

Blair waited in the hotel lobby for nearly an hour, but Briony never came down.

Sensing something was wrong, Blair dialed a number. "Ms. Kensington hasn’t come down yet."

"I’ll check upstairs immediately."

Blair rushed up to look for her.

But Briony was nowhere to be found.

…

When Briony came to, she was lying in a strange room.

It was spacious, decorated in a sleek, modern style with hints of old-world charm—a far cry from the hotel’s decor.

She threw off the covers and stepped out of bed. Just as she reached the door, it swung open.

Ferdinand entered, calm and composed.

Briony instinctively took several steps back. "Ferdinand, what are you doing?"

"Bryn, I think the reason you don’t like me is that we haven’t spent enough time together."