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."

around the corner, Stewart

look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle

sharp as blades as he stared

you: stay away from

man-what's wrong with pursuing her openly? Since

and cold, "She's not like the other women in your

Garry shot back, his tone

line, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked like he

in Stewart's expression, clearly enjoying

a bit, have you? Not

not here for a reunion, Garry. Just remember what

Garry's eyes glittered with challenge. "You know, Stewart, if you hadn't tried to take her from me back then, you wouldn't be stuck in

bring up Rosita and her boy?" Stewart's voice

you hadn't barged in, Rosita would

Stewart sneered. "You're

his cigar, blowing