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, Stewart

she? Graceful, delicate-she has the look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle and innocent, but trust me, there's steel beneath that

eyes narrowed, sharp as blades

warning you: stay away

repeated, raising an eyebrow. "She's a remarkable woman and I'm a single man-what's wrong

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

how would you know that?" Garry shot back, his

into a thin line, his brow furrowed so

Stewart's expression,

a bit, have

here for a reunion, Garry. Just remember what

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

and her boy?" Stewart's voice was low

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

sneered. "You're just

his cigar, blowing smoke rings as he spoke. "But I'll be honest with you,