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

she? Graceful, delicate-she has the look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle and innocent,

blades as he stared Garry

warning you: stay away

and I'm a single man-what's wrong with pursuing her openly? Since when does that make

teeth, his eyes dark and cold, "She's

back, his tone teasing and deliberately provoking.

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

Stewart's expression, clearly

a bit, have you? Not after

reunion, Garry. Just remember

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

her boy?" Stewart's

you hadn't barged in,

that," Stewart sneered. "You're just as arrogant as

blowing smoke rings as he