Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony didn't answer his question. Instead, she countered, "Do you know Mr. Wentworth, Mr. Ferguson?"

Garry paused, clearly a little surprised by her response.

He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the corners of his mouth lifting in a rakish, easy smile. "Attorney Wentworth and I go way back."

Briony let out a noncommittal, "Oh." Then she asked, "Has Attorney Wentworth ever mentioned me to you?"

Garry hesitated again, his brows drawing together. "Ms. Kensington, you still haven't answered my question."

Briony met his gaze, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Are you wondering if I'm being a bit forward, Mr. Ferguson?"

"What?" Garry frowned, this time looking at her with genuine confusion.

"I do think I'm being forward," Briony said, her smile fading as she studied him. "After all, we hardly know each other.”

With that, she broke eye contact, stepped past him, and walked straight toward the private lounge.

Garry watched her retreating figure, a spark of intrigue lighting in his eyes.

A moment later, he called out, "She's gone. You don't have to keep hiding."

the

is fascinating, isn't she? Graceful, delicate-she has the look

eyes narrowed, sharp as blades as

you: stay away from

I'm a single man-what's wrong with pursuing her

and cold, "She's not like the

you know that?" Garry shot back, his

lips pressed into a thin line, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked like he could snap a

took in Stewart's expression, clearly enjoying

changed a bit, have you? Not after all these

here for a reunion, Garry. Just remember what

with challenge. "You know, Stewart, if you hadn't tried to

her boy?"

replied, his smile fading, eyes turning cold. "If you hadn't barged in, Rosita would be

Stewart sneered. "You're just as arrogant as

another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke rings as he spoke.