Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony's eyes widened in shock at the words.

Stewart arched an eyebrow, casting a sidelong glance at her. His gaze was cool and narrow, dark eyes half-lidded, but he said nothing.

Meanwhile, Rosita gave Julia a gentle, polite smile. "Hi, I don't think we've met before. How do you know Stewart?"

“I.....” Julia faltered for a moment, searching for the right words, then simply replied, "Mr. Wentworth helped me through some difficult times. I owe him a lot."

Rosita nodded in understanding, turning back to Stewart. "Irwin just called-he's getting grumpy and wants us to come home. He misses you."

Stewart gave a subtle nod. "He can't always get his way. Tell him we'll be back after we finish lunch."

"You're right," Rosita agreed softly, picking up her phone and stepping out toward the private dining room.

"Irwin..." she murmured lovingly into the phone, though the door remained open and her gentle voice drifted in. "Daddy and I are having lunch with a very important friend... You're my good boy, Irwin, and I'll bring you a present when I get home..."

Julia's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth already have a child?"

didn't answer, but Cedric Clarke quickly jumped in, sensing Julia's discomfort. "Their little boy's over five now-smart

a look as if she'd just stepped in

Any child of Mr. Wentworth's is

the second, like

take it anymore. She linked arms with the still-clueless Julia and said, “Julia, let's take Bryn to the hospital and get that burn

hand!" Julia immediately

just those few minutes, blisters had already

gosh, what was I thinking?

her gaze and gave a

hurried Briony out of the

the trio had

slightly. "You know Ms. Hudson's

his voice ice-cold. "You're awfully nosy." Cedric blinked

two in the afternoon by the time they

way back, Briony called up room service and had lunch delivered