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

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

eyes narrowed, sharp as blades as he stared

you: 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

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

Garry shot back, his tone teasing and deliberately

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

in Stewart's expression, clearly enjoying

a bit, have you? Not after

not here for a reunion, Garry.

I don't?" Garry's eyes glittered with challenge. "You know, Stewart, if you hadn't tried

Rosita and her boy?" Stewart's

smile fading, eyes turning cold. "If you hadn't barged in, Rosita would be with me now. That kid would be

you deserve that," Stewart sneered.

arguing with a lawyer's tongue." Garry took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke rings as he spoke. "But I'll be honest with you, Stewart. I