Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 283

Rosita studied the child in front of her.

His skin was pale, those dark eyes watching her quietly. He couldn't have been more than three years old, but it was already obvious this boy was going to grow up handsome.

Still, there was something oddly familiar about him...

Rosita's gaze drifted to Garry.

He caught her looking, lifted one dark eyebrow. "What are you staring at?"

She smiled a little. "Just trying to see if the little one looks like you."

Garry's lips quirked. "He's still so small. Hard to tell, isn't it?"

Rosita gave a diplomatic answer. "You two do share the same eyes and brows."

"People keep saying that," Garry said with a small laugh, and carried Mario over to the couch.

Little Mario nestled quietly in Garry's arms. He was a slight child, with a cool, porcelain complexion and hair that, while dark, caught the light with a hint of chestnut.

At that moment, Pandora entered the room, two women trailing behind her, both in their forties.

"Ms. Lockwood, these are the nannies who'll be looking after Mario," Pandora announced, her tone formal. "From now on, they'll be living here to help you raise him."

Rosita turned to the women, who immediately offered polite curtsies. "Good afternoon, ma'am."

She'd seen Pandora a few times before-Garry's right hand for years now, competent and attractive enough that

was truly nothing between them. But the truth was, she didn't care how many women Garry had been

were.

a transaction, plain and simple. He needed someone to play mother to his child; she

wouldn't even have to care for the child herself. As far as

I'm your mom now," she said gently. "From

stared at her

"Don't feel pressured to

faltered. "Sorry. I've never looked after a child this young. Maybe I'm just making him

haven't spent much

been four years," Garry continued, his tone dry. "Do you even remember

Rosita went pale. "I..."

Northborough-are you doing it for your son, or

you're only helping me because of Randolph. Stewart and you, you're both men who value

eyes were dark, unreadable. "If Randolph could hear you now, I'm

fingers clenching

a business trip for a couple of days, but

to look after little Nina,

two years, Briony-working under the name Leilani-had entered several international art competitions, taken home multiple awards, and held a handful of

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