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

this softer side of her, and his eyes narrowed

office. Carl closed the door behind

plant himself just outside and refused

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 more, simply stepping aside to wait

Inside the office.

over to the coffee machine and personally

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

filled the air,

But now, with

even if she weren't pregnant, she

calm and collected he acted, as if nothing had happened

Rosita between us. There's my mother's death between us. Forget being

quietly set the

an explanation about your mother," he said, his