Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 601

Night had fallen, and the black Hummer tore down the highway.

The weather was no ally tonight. Nortia was a tropical country, and just as they neared the airport, thunder split the sky and a violent storm broke loose.

Visibility shrank to nearly nothing. The wipers thrashed desperately across the windshield, rain battering the glass with relentless force.

Blair eased up on the gas. The world outside dissolved into streaks of water and shadows.

Briony’s heart pounded. Every muscle in her body was taut, strung tight with nerves.

Blair kept murmuring reassurances, his hand resting on hers.

They pulled into the airport grounds.

A heavy-duty helicopter sat on the tarmac, rotors spinning, ready and waiting for them.

Blair parked and turned to her. “Wait here a minute. I’ll go grab a raincoat. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Briony replied, voice thin.

Blair jumped out and dashed into the downpour.

Two pilots waited by the chopper, their silhouettes blurred by the rain.

Blair returned, soaked but determined, raincoat in hand. He yanked open the passenger door.

A fierce gust sent sheets of rain swirling into the Hummer.

Briony shivered, startled by the sudden chill.

The next moment, Blair slipped the raincoat around her, cocooning her trembling frame in its warmth.

He helped her into the coat, then swept her up in his arms, striding quickly toward the waiting helicopter.

One of the pilots ran over to meet them.

Once on board, Blair set Briony gently into a seat.

“We’re on the plane,” he said, his voice softer than he realized.

Briony nodded, but anxiety still flickered in her eyes. “Are we leaving right now?”

Blair buckled her in. “Yeah. We’ll get out of Nortia first. When we reach Astara, someone will be there to meet us.”

“Who?” Briony asked, gripping the armrest.

He fastened her seatbelt. “Mr. Seven.”

Briony stared at him.

Mr. Seven?

She hesitated. “How does Mr. Seven know about this?”

Blair crouched in front of her, rain dripping from the brim of his cap. His gaze was steady, full of unspoken emotion. “Mr. Delaney realized you’d gone missing. He reached out to Mr. Seven for help.”

So that was it. Mr. Seven knew James—and knew how close she and James were, practically siblings. If James asked, Mr. Seven would definitely lend a hand.