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?"

eyes darted

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

but smile faintly

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

curious. Sorry for

that, he turned and walked

sheep's clothing. She didn't let her guard down until she saw him

glimpse of the license

a car

she called, beckoning

girl came running.

gently. "Do you know

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

a smart girl, Little

his car, Stewart watched Little Nina and her teacher

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

the children and started leading them back toward

on

the car and followed the group at a

the preschool, less than two hundred meters

just about

waited in clusters at the school

parked a little ways down the street,

immediately. Among all the parents, James's towering

came bounding over, her backpack bouncing behind

"Godfather!" she called.

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

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

grinned. "I'll buy every

you'll

an eyebrow.

too," Little Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever pays the

James: ...