Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Little Nina's paintbrush slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. She crouched down to pick it up-

Suddenly, a pair of polished black leather shoes appeared right in front of her.

She paused, curiosity flickering across her face as she tilted her head back to

look up.

Stewart knelt down, his intense gaze fixed on the little girl whose features so closely resembled Briony's. Emotions churned in his dark eyes.

Little Nina's big brown eyes grew even wider.

Wow, this uncle is really handsome!

And not at all in the same way as Uncle Ferdinand, either.

But... there was something a little strange about him.

Clutching her paintbrush, Little Nina edged away, eyeing Stewart with open suspicion.

Swallowing hard, Stewart parted his lips, struggling for a moment before finally speaking. "What's your name?"

"My mom says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers!" she replied, her voice bright and clear—and deliberately loud. “Even if the stranger is really good-looking, it's still not allowed!"

Her words immediately caught the teacher's attention.

A young woman strolled over, pausing when she caught sight of Stewart. For a split second, surprise registered on her face.

He was handsome, with a quiet, commanding presence that was hard to ignore.

But a flutter of attraction or not, she didn't forget her responsibility.

"Sir, is there someone you're looking for?" she asked politely.

Rising to his feet, Stewart gave her a curt nod. "Sorry-I didn't mean to interrupt your class."

"It's alright. The kids are just about finished with their art anyway. Are you here for one of them?"

darted

and glared at him, her entire posture radiating caution. For someone

help but smile

the teacher, his expression cooled. "She's just adorable,

curious. Sorry for

turned

wolf in sheep's clothing. She didn't let her guard down until she saw him climb into a sleek black Mercedes parked by the

of the license plate-custom,

someone driving a car

Nina," she called,

came running. "Yes,

her hair gently.

weird expression. Even though he's really handsome, my mom

a smart girl, Little

his car, Stewart watched Little Nina

adorable, with rosy cheeks and the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her was doing a fine job-she

children and started leading them back toward the

on them," Stewart

started the car and followed the group at a

was only a block from the preschool, less than two hundred

just

clusters at the

the street, out of sight from

James almost immediately. Among all the parents, James's towering frame-nearly six

came bounding over, her backpack bouncing

"Godfather!" she called.

her forehead with a gentle hand. "What's my little

"I made a picture. Mommy sells her paintings, and since I'm her daughter, mine must be good too! Godfather, do

James grinned. "I'll buy every

you'll have to wait

an eyebrow.

buy them too," Little Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever pays the most gets the

James: ...