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 to Little

entire posture radiating

help but smile faintly

back to the teacher, his expression cooled.

curious. Sorry for disturbing

that, he turned

turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. She didn't let her guard down until

of the license

car like

she called, beckoning her

came running. "Yes,

teacher ruffled her hair gently. "Do you know that

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

a smart girl, Little

watched Little Nina and her

cheeks and the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her was doing a fine job-she was well cared for, and even better

up the children and started

an eye on them," Stewart

followed the group at

block from the preschool, less than two

just about

waited in clusters at

street, out of sight from the

parents, James's towering frame-nearly six foot

time, Little Nina came bounding over, her

"Godfather!" she called.

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

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

"I'll buy every one you

so touched! But you'll

an eyebrow. "Why's

Little Nina said,

James: ...