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

"Ms. Kensington is fascinating, isn't she? Graceful, delicate-she has the look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle and innocent, but trust

blades as he stared Garry

stay away

an eyebrow. "She's a remarkable woman and I'm a single man-what's wrong with pursuing her openly? Since when does that make me a villain in your

teeth, his eyes dark and

And how would you know that?" Garry shot back, his tone teasing and deliberately provoking. "Are you two

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

took in Stewart's

a bit, have you? Not after all

here for a reunion, Garry.

eyes glittered with challenge. "You know, Stewart, if you hadn't tried to take her from me back

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

I?" Garry replied, his smile fading, eyes turning cold. "If you hadn't barged in, Rosita would be with me now.

Stewart sneered. "You're just as

cigar, blowing smoke