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.

dark eyebrow, then stepped aside

directly into the adjoining

behind her with a

realize you and your

her a brief look. "You're Irwin's nanny. In the future, let

Jeannie nodded quickly. "Understood."

Dinner time.

the dining room, Irwin and

at the

chair, carefully dividing up her food with

focus-tiny hands gripping her utensils, taking one bite after another, so adorably serious that

standing by

you. She's absolutely precious! If I had a baby like this, I'd smile in

gave a faint, polite smile

a few days around Jeannie four years ago, it had

acting so warm and familiar, Briony actually found it a

Jeannie a look, shrugged,

allowed at the table, Crystal was entitled to eat with

Briony asked Crystal to take Little Nina for a walk in the garden

do, and

spacious house soon fell much

about to return to her room to make a call

to the study. I need