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

delicate-she has the look

blades as he

warning you: stay away from

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

teeth, his eyes dark and cold, "She's not

back, his tone

line, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked like

Stewart's expression, clearly enjoying

bit, have you? Not after all

reunion, Garry. Just remember what I

if you hadn't tried to take her from me back then, you wouldn't be

her boy?" Stewart's voice

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

you deserve that," Stewart sneered. "You're just as

you win this round-no arguing with a lawyer's tongue." Garry took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke rings as he spoke. "But I'll be