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

her entire posture radiating caution. For someone

help but smile faintly at her

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

Sorry for

turned and

case he turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. She didn't

caught a glimpse of the

driving a car like that probably isn't a

Nina," she called, beckoning her

girl came

hair gently. "Do you know that

me with a weird expression. Even though he's really handsome, my mom says you can't talk

smart girl,

Little Nina and her teacher through

the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her was doing

gathered up the children and started leading

on

the group at a crawl,

block from the preschool, less than two hundred meters

just about pickup

clusters at the

a little ways down the street, out

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

Nina came bounding over, her backpack

"Godfather!" she called.

and scooped her up, brushing sweat from her forehead with a gentle hand. "What's my little princess

made a picture. Mommy sells her paintings, and

course!" James grinned. "I'll buy every one you

I'm so touched! But you'll have

raised an eyebrow. "Why's

to buy them too," Little Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever

James: ...