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?"

jumped in, sensing Julia's discomfort. "Their little boy's over five

look as if she'd

smile, "Of course. Any child of Mr. Wentworth's is bound to

the second, like all the color had drained from her

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

hand!" Julia immediately turned

blisters had already formed

I thinking? Bryn, let's get you

and gave

Briony out of

only after the trio had left that

eyed him thoughtfully, frowning slightly. "You know Ms. Hudson's daughter, don't

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

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