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

took in this softer side of her, and his eyes narrowed further,

the office. Carl closed the

really did plant himself just

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 crazy boss might try to pull on

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

Inside the office.

to the coffee machine and personally brewed

it over to Briony and offered it to her. "I remember you like this brand," he said. "They just released a new batch of

aroma filled the

But now, with a baby on the

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

looked at him coldly, irritated by how calm and

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.

set the

explanation about your mother,"