Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

At that moment, Stewart happened to glance over from his private booth.

Their eyes met for a brief second before Briony quickly looked away. "No, thanks. We're meeting someone," she said, her voice cool.

With that, Briony led Crystal and Little Nina out and into the booth next door.

Jeannie watched the door close, her hazel eyes flickering with uncertainty.

She turned back to Stewart, offering an apologetic smile. "Mr. Wentworth, I'm sorry-did I say something wrong again?"

Stewart didn't reply. He just cast a look at Irwin.

Irwin kept his head down, looking utterly crestfallen.

Stewart's gaze darkened as he turned away.

...

Next door.

Briony set Little Nina down in a high chair.

Crystal glanced at the little girl, hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Bryn, what do you think of Ms. Radcliffe?"

Briony paused before answering, her tone neutral. "She's... alright, I suppose."

munching on fruit, her big eyes drifting from her

child's curious expression, Crystal decided to drop the subject. It wasn't the kind of conversation to have

Ferdinand arrived soon after.

Nina saw him, her face lit up

squealed, arms

scooped her into

you miss Mr.

a pout. "I missed you so much

all three

more candy, I'll make some for you tomorrow," Ferdinand

eyes sparkled. "Mr. Ellsworth, are you moving

I'm just

shoulders drooped. "Then I

"I'll be here for a while this time—maybe two

goes by in a flash!"

into her high chair, then took the seat next

menu, but he politely slid it back

seen for

in the countryside just easygoing he was about