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!"

help smiling at him, touched by his

side of her, and his

the office. Carl closed

just outside and

him to 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

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

Inside the office.

and

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

filled the air, rich and

on coffee to get through late nights at work. But

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

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

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. It makes

furrowed, and he quietly set the coffee down on the

explanation about your mother," he said,