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 corner,

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

as blades as he

stay away

repeated, raising an eyebrow. "She's a remarkable woman and I'm a single man-what's wrong with pursuing her openly? Since when

eyes dark and cold, "She's not like the

Garry shot back, his tone

brow furrowed so deeply it

in Stewart's expression,

have

not here for a reunion, Garry. Just

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

and her boy?" Stewart's voice was low and

eyes turning cold. "If you hadn't barged in, Rosita would be with me

Stewart sneered. "You're

you win this round-no arguing with a lawyer's tongue." Garry took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke