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 to

on her hips and glared at him, her entire posture radiating

help but smile faintly at her

expression cooled. "She's just adorable, that's

was curious. Sorry for disturbing

that, he turned and

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

a glimpse of the license plate-custom,

thought, someone driving a car like that

she called,

came running.

ruffled her hair gently. "Do

her head. "But he kept staring at me with a weird expression. Even though he's really handsome, my mom says you can't talk to

a smart girl, Little

in his car, Stewart watched Little Nina and her teacher through

raising her was doing a fine job-she was well cared

the children and started leading them back toward

eye on

group at

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

was just

waited in clusters at the

street, out of sight from

parents, James's towering frame-nearly six foot three-was

Nina came bounding over, her

"Godfather!" she called.

and scooped her up, brushing sweat from her forehead with a

park to draw!" She could barely contain her excitement. "I made a picture. Mommy sells her paintings, and since

James grinned. "I'll buy every one you ever

you'll have to wait your

an eyebrow. "Why's

Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever pays the most

James: ...