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!"

couldn't help smiling at

side of her, and his eyes narrowed

the office. Carl closed the door behind

plant himself just outside and

in stone. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here!

adjusted his glasses, but said nothing more,

Inside the office.

the coffee machine and personally

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

filled the air, rich and

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

even if she weren't pregnant, she

irritated by how calm and collected he acted, as

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

and he quietly set the coffee down

about your mother," he