NovelGoldChapter 61 The blizzard was relentless, and the wipers thrashed frantically across the windshield as Stella crawled along the empty road.
Inside the car, the heater was on full blast, and gentle music drifted through the warm air.
Briony leaned back, eyes closed, her whole body as still as Milo beside her.
Stella kept sneaking glances her way.
She didn't know exactly what had happened back at Southcreek Manor, but she could sense Briony had been hurt badly this time.
Honk! Honk! Suddenly, a car horn blared from behind.
Stella glanced in the rearview mirror.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA sleek black Maybach was barreling up behind them, closing in fast.
"Is that Stewart's car behind us?" she asked, tension creeping into her voice.
Briony slowly opened her eyes, looked into the mirror, and frowned slightly. "It's him." "He's flashing his lights at us!" Stella pressed harder on the gas. "Seriously, what does he want now?!" "Just ignore him," Briony replied quietly.
"As if I'd do anything else," Stella muttered.
She gripped the wheel tighter, her nerves firing as she sped up. "Buckle up, Bryn! I'm about to floor it!" But the weather was too fierce-sixty miles an hour was already pushing the limits of Stella's skills in this storm. It wasn't long before the Maybach overtook them.
Stella was still cursing under her breath when the Maybach suddenly swerved, fishtailing right in front of them. Stella's eyes went wide as she slammed on the brakes- Briony lurched forward from the momentum, but her seatbelt kept her safe.
Trying to steady her breathing, Stella turned to Briony. "Bryn, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" "I'm fine," Briony said, shaking her head. "Are you?" "Me? Right now I want to give Stewart a piece of my mind! I swear, if I get out of this car I'll- I'll punch a hole in his " She never finished her sentence.
Because as she turned, she saw Stewart himself standing right in front of their car.
The wipers whipped back and forth, but nothing could obscure the force of his presence.
He was dressed all in black, the hem of his long coat snapping in the wind and snow. Nearly six foot three, he stood like a sentinel, unyielding against the storm.
Even the swirling snow couldn't diminish the intensity that radiated from him. His handsface was unreadable, his dark eyes fixed deeply, unblinkingly, on Briony inside the car.
Stella swallowed hard and looked at Briony.
"Bryn, I've never backed down from a fight, but if he's our opponent, I think our only shot is hitting the gas and running him down while we have the chance!" Briony just gave her a look, tightening the blanket around her shoulders. "He's here for me. Stay in the car." "What if he tries to drag you off?" Stella protested, eyes wide with worry.
Briony paused, glancing back at Stella's anxious face.
They locked eyes for a few seconds before Briony let out a small, exasperated laugh. "Star, maybe lay off the romance for a bit." Stella pouted. "...Fine." Briony pushed open the door and was immediately hit by a blast of icy wind.
She stepped out, closed the door behind her, and brushed a few loose strands of hair from her cheek.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStewart's gaze never wavered.
Briony stood by the car, keeping a few yards between them.
The sky had grown even darker, and the storm was only getting worse.
This wasn't the kind of weather for a roadside conversation, but Briony knew Stewart if he'd chased her down, he wasn't leaving without a fight. "Stewart, if you chere to convinceto go back and look after Irwin, letmake this clear-I won't." Stewart's jaw tightened. His voice was quiet, but deep. "Irwin's just a kid. He didn't mean what he said."
"Those weren't empty words, Stewart. He was telling the truth just repeating what you told him: I'm not his mother." Stewart stiffened.
Briony met his gaze, her voice steady, nearly carried away by the wind. "I'm not as important tourwin as youm e think? onthese past five years. If I leave, He's just gotten used to relying of course he'll have a hard tat first. But he'll move on. He'll be fine." Stewart pressed his lips into a thin line.
The snow was falling harder now. There were only a few yards between them, but it suddenly felt like miles.
"So you're really set on cutting ties with Irwin?" he finally asked, his voice barely rising above the storm.
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