Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"No, thanks." James's tone turned icy in an instant. "My family's pretty strict. They want me to settle down with someone from a similar background, someone... uncomplicated."

Lorna let out a soft chuckle. "Wow, Mr. Delaney, that's harsh. If you want to turn me down, just say it—no need for the backhanded compliments."

James stiffened, looking flustered. "That's not what I meant. I just... your line of work is dangerous. My family wouldn't be able to handle it..."

"Oh, relax." Lorna waved him off dismissively. "I was just messing with you. Did you really think I was serious? I just have a habit of flirting with handsome men- can't help myself. If the guy's open to a one-night stand, I'm game, but as for an actual relationship? Please. Men are all the same once the fun's over, they zip up and move on."

James fell silent, lips pressed tight, glaring at Lorna. His ears were burning red.

After a moment, he managed to choke out, "Lorna, have you no shame?"

"It's only human nature. What's there to be embarrassed about?" Lorna gave him a mocking little smile, eyeing his flushed ears and shaking her head with a click of her tongue. “Look at you—such an innocent little boy. I'd probably have to teach you a thing or two, and honestly? I'm not that interested."

"Lorna!" James spluttered, half-angry, half-mortified. "Watch your mouth! If the kids hear you, that's not appropriate!"

Lorna rolled her eyes, clearly done with the conversation, and sauntered out of the room.

James watched her go, a firestorm of frustration and confusion brewing in his chest.

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