Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony was suddenly gripped by a sense of unease.

"Keep an eye on Little Nina. I'll go check on something," she said.

"Alright," came the reply.

As Briony stepped out of Little Nina's room, she saw Jeannie emerging from the master bedroom across the hall.

"Ms. Radcliffe, where's my suitcase?" Briony asked.

Jeannie smiled. "I put it in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom."

"Who told you to put it there?" Briony's tone turned frosty. "I'm not staying in the master."

"You're not?" Jeannie looked genuinely surprised. "But you and Mr. Wentworth are married, aren't you? I just thought-"

Briony couldn't be bothered to explain. She walked straight into the master bedroom.

She found her suitcase in the closet, then dragged it out. Just as she reached the doorway, she nearly collided with Stewart.

Stewart glanced down at the suitcase in her hand. "Planning to move next door?"

"I've already compromised by coming back. Don't push your luck," Briony said, her voice cool.

Stewart's eyes narrowed. "You really insist on this?"

"This is my boundary," she replied firmly.

eyebrow, then stepped aside to

directly

shut behind her with a

realize you and your wife hadn't fully reconciled.

brief look. "You're Irwin's nanny. In the future, let the housekeeping staff handle these

Jeannie nodded quickly. "Understood."

Dinner time.

Irwin and

at the

settled Little Nina into her high chair, carefully dividing up her

and she ate with remarkable focus-tiny hands gripping her utensils, taking one bite after another, so adorably

by

Ma'am, your little girl looks so much like you. She's absolutely precious! If I had a baby like this,

faint, polite

Jeannie four years ago, it had been

Jeannie acting so warm and familiar, Briony actually found it

Nina's full-time nanny, shot Jeannie a look, shrugged, and quietly returned

table, Crystal was entitled to eat with the family

to take Little Nina for a

to do, and Jeannie

soon

her room to make a call when

to the study. I need to talk