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?"

discomfort. "Their little boy's over

look as if she'd

warm smile, "Of course. Any

paler by the second, like all the

Julia and said, “Julia, let's take Bryn

hand!" Julia immediately turned to

minutes, blisters had already formed across the back

was I thinking? Bryn, let's get you to the hospital right

her gaze and

Julia hurried Briony out

had left that Stewart

him thoughtfully, frowning slightly. "You know Ms. Hudson's

his voice ice-cold. "You're awfully

in the afternoon by the time they returned

up room service and