Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Carl led them down the hall to the door of Stewart's office and knocked.

"Come in."

A deep male voice rumbled from inside.

Carl opened the door and stepped in. "Mr. Wentworth, Ms. Kensington and Mr. Delaney are here."

At his words, Stewart, who had been standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, turned around. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced indifferently at James, but his gaze quickly settled on Briony.

"This is a private matter," Stewart said coolly. "Let any outsiders wait outside."

Briony frowned. "Mr. Delaney isn't an outsider."

"Not an outsider?" Stewart gave a cold, mocking laugh. "What, has he already been given a special status with you?"

Briony couldn't be bothered to argue. She turned to James. "Wait for me outside."

James shot Stewart a glare, then looked at Briony. "Don't worry, I'll be right outside. If he gives you any trouble, just call out I'll come right in!"

help smiling at him, touched

of her, and his eyes

office. Carl closed the door behind

really did plant himself just outside and refused to

invited him to the lounge to wait, but James stood there like a sentry, his face set in stone. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here! Who knows what your

a bit embarrassed and adjusted his glasses, but said nothing more,

Inside the office.

machine and personally brewed a

offered it to her. "I remember you like this brand," he said. "They just released a new batch of beans. Want to give it

the air, rich

But now, with a baby on

weren't pregnant, she wouldn't

irritated by how calm and collected he acted, as

is in the mood to sit and sip coffee together," she said, voice icy. "There's Rosita between us. There's my mother's death between us. Forget being husband and wife-I can't even stand the thought

set

explanation about your mother,"