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 by

softer side of her, and his eyes narrowed further,

stepped into the office. Carl closed the door

just

set in stone. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here! Who knows what your crazy boss might try to

embarrassed and adjusted his glasses, but said nothing

Inside the office.

to the coffee machine and personally brewed a fresh cup

"I remember you like this brand," he said. "They just released

aroma filled the air, rich

at work. But now, with a baby on the

weren't pregnant, she wouldn't

calm and collected he acted, as

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.

and he quietly set the coffee down

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