Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

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."noveldrama

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.

Lawyer Hughes eyed Blair curiously. "Why are you bundled up like that?"

"Got an injury on my face."

"What kind?" Hughes, suddenly dramatic, asked, "A knife scar?"

"Burn," Blair replied flatly.

Hughes paused. "Oh, burns are rough, man. You've been through a lot." Blair glanced at him but said nothing.

Hughes thought Blair seemed cold, with an oddly intimidating presence.

But then again, he figured, that's probably par for the course if you're a bodyguard.

The flight lasted four hours. For the first hour, Briony and Carey went over some work details.

The remaining three hours, Briony was fast asleep.

She slept deeply, but in a haze, she felt as though someone was watching her.

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 I

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, met

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."