Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony sent a generous digital bonus to the company group chat, and when Hannah snagged the biggest share, she cheered out loud with delight.

"Let's clock out early today and have dinner together-my treat!" Briony announced as she stepped out of her office, smiling at everyone.

"Briony, you're the best!" Hannah jumped up from her desk and made a beeline for Briony, arms outstretched for a dramatic hug-

James's eyes widened. He quickly stepped in front of Briony, holding out a hand in warning, "Hey now, let's not get too excited!"

Hannah stopped short, giving James a puzzled look. "Mr. Delaney, are you... declaring your territory?"

James hesitated. The truth was, he was just worried that Hannah's enthusiasm might accidentally hurt his goddaughter. But Briony's pregnancy was still top secret-absolutely no one could know.

So, James decided to just roll with it.

"That's right! You heard me I'm Briony's official bodyguard now!" he said with great seriousness, waving Hannah off. "You better watch yourself. Sure, you're a girl, but our Bryn's got universal charm-no one's immune! So do us all a favor and keep your distance."

Hannah just stared at him, speechless.

Briony could tell James was only worried Hannah might bump into her belly. She personally thought he was being a little over the top, but since he was just looking out for her as the baby's godfather, she didn't argue.

Since Briony said nothing, Hannah took her silence as agreement.

glanced between the two of them, a hint of playful speculation in

studio staff couldn't resist

Mr. Delaney, that

Keep it up. Maybe you'll be our boss's

the office's resident jokester, still spoke with a heavy Cantonese accent despite being over fifty. "James, if you've got good news soon, don't

started to feel a little embarrassed. He rubbed the tip of his nose, his gaze darting

awkwardness just made everyone laugh

and caught sight of his ears-red as

Is he blushing?

bit back a smile and quietly walked over to the dog bed in the

to

of dog food for the golden

into her palm, tail wagging with glee. "Dig

barked softly in thanks and dove

gently stroking

and good cheer,