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!"

at him,

softer side of her, and his eyes

stepped into the office. Carl closed the

really did plant himself just

stone. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying

looked a bit embarrassed and adjusted his glasses, but said nothing more, simply stepping aside

Inside the office.

to the coffee machine and personally brewed

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

filled the air, rich and

nights at work. But now,

to mention, even if she weren't pregnant, she wouldn't accept

how calm and collected he

voice icy. "There's Rosita between us. There's my mother's death between us.

set the coffee down on the

an explanation about your mother," he said, his tone