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,

side of her, and

stepped into the office. Carl closed the

did plant himself just outside and refused to

wait, but James stood there like a sentry, his face set in stone. "I'm

adjusted his glasses, but said nothing more, simply stepping aside to wait

Inside the office.

walked over to the coffee machine and personally brewed a fresh cup of

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

filled the air, rich

work. But now, with a baby on the way, coffee was out of the

she weren't pregnant, she wouldn't accept

at him coldly, irritated by how calm and collected he acted,

don't think either of us is in the mood to sit and sip coffee together," she said, voice icy. "There's Rosita between us. There's

quietly set

give you an explanation about your mother,"