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 by his

this softer side of her,

stepped into the office. Carl closed the door behind

himself just outside and refused

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

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

Inside the office.

over to the coffee machine and personally brewed a fresh cup of

brand," he said. "They just

aroma filled the air, rich

get through late nights at work. But now, with a baby on the way,

if she weren't pregnant, she wouldn't accept

calm and collected he acted, as if nothing had happened between

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 husband and wife-I can't even stand the thought of being casual friends with you. It makes

he quietly set the

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