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

him, her entire posture radiating caution. For

but smile

his expression cooled. "She's just adorable,

was curious. Sorry for

that, he turned

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

a glimpse of

she thought, someone driving a car like that probably isn't

Nina," she called,

girl came running.

gently. "Do

a weird expression. Even though he's really handsome,

smart girl,

in his car, Stewart watched Little Nina and her

Whoever was raising her was doing a fine job-she was

the children and started leading them back

on

and followed the group at a crawl, careful not

a block from the preschool, less than two hundred meters

just

in clusters at the school

parked a little ways down the street, out of

Among all the parents, James's towering frame-nearly six foot three-was impossible to

Nina came bounding over, her backpack

"Godfather!" she called.

up, brushing sweat from her forehead with a gentle hand. "What's my little princess been up to?

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

James grinned. "I'll buy every

touched! But you'll

raised an

will want to buy them too," Little Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever pays the

James: ...