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 him, touched by his

side of her, and his eyes narrowed

stepped into the office. Carl closed the door behind

just

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

and adjusted his glasses, but said nothing

Inside the office.

coffee machine and personally

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

aroma filled the air, rich

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

weren't pregnant,

him coldly, irritated by how calm and collected he acted, as if nothing

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

set the coffee down on the

an explanation about your