Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 730

Briony took out her phone and dialed Xenia Cooper’s number. She answered almost immediately.

“I see you.” A light was on in a second-floor room, and a figure moved to the window. The window slid open, and Xenia stood there, waving down at them. “Ms. Kensington, you’re quite safety-conscious. You even brought a bodyguard.”

Briony stared up at the figure. “Xenia, this place is deserted, and it’s pouring rain. It’s hard not to suspect you have ulterior motives for asking me to meet here.”

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Xenia’s voice came through the phone. “Stewart already threatened me with Vernon Cooper for your sake. And while I may not be a model mother, I did carry Vernon for ten months. The Cooper family is waiting for him to be its heir, after all.”

Since they were already there, arguing was pointless. “Come in,” Xenia said. “If you’re worried, you can bring your person with you. I don’t mind.”

The rain was relentless. The moment they opened the car doors, they were soaked, even with an umbrella. Briony and Crystal hurried into the villa.

Once inside, they were stunned. Despite its dilapidated exterior, the interior was bright and luxurious. It was fully furnished with modern appliances, and every corner exuded the warmth of a lived-in space. It was clearly well-maintained by someone on a regular basis. Even the flowers in a vase were fresh.

Outside, the storm raged, punctuated by the low rumble of thunder. The sound of footsteps came from the staircase.

Briony turned to see Xenia descending the stairs. She was dressed in a wine-red nightgown with a light robe draped over her shoulders. She wore no makeup, save for a slash of her signature fiery red lipstick.

“I come here to stay for a few days every month.” Xenia walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa, crossing her long legs. She gestured toward the seat opposite her. “Have a seat. This place is professionally cleaned the day before I arrive each time, so it won’t be beneath your standards, Ms. Kensington.”

Briony’s expression was cold. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. If you want to negotiate, Ms. Cooper, let’s get straight to it.”

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