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!"

smiling at him, touched

of her, and

Carl closed

just outside and refused

like a sentry, his face set in stone. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here! Who knows what your crazy boss might try to pull on

but said nothing

Inside the office.

the coffee machine and personally brewed a fresh cup of

Briony and offered it to her. "I remember you like this brand," he

aroma filled the air, rich

always relied on coffee to get through late nights at work. But now, with

even if she weren't pregnant, she

by how calm and collected he acted, as

think either of us 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

he quietly set

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