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 as a whip and absolutely adorable.

Stewart a look as if she'd just stepped in something

a warm smile, "Of course. Any child of Mr.

the second, like all the

still-clueless Julia and

hand!" Julia immediately turned to

had already formed across the

with guilt. "Oh my gosh, what was I

lowered her gaze and gave a

hurried Briony out of

trio had left

Clarke eyed him thoughtfully, frowning slightly. "You

a sidelong glare, his voice ice-cold. "You're awfully nosy." Cedric blinked in surprise.

by the time they

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