Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The two children had just been taken upstairs by Stewart for their baths. By now, they were probably fast asleep.

Briony didn't disturb them. She went straight back to the master bedroom.

James didn't return until half past midnight.

There was a split on his lower lip and a bright red handprint on his cheek.

After settling the kids in for the night, Stewart went downstairs to prepare some medicine. When he came out of the kitchen, carrying the freshly brewed concoction, he ran right into James.

Stewart raised an eyebrow when he saw James's battered face.

Sometimes, men didn't need words-just a glance and everything was clear.

It was obvious: something had happened between James and Lorna.

Perhaps Stewart's amusement was a little too obvious, because James snapped, "What are you staring at? Never seen a handsome guy get roughed up by a woman before?"

Just then, footsteps echoed from behind him.

The so-called "ruffian" herself, Lorna, strolled in.

Compared to James, she looked almost untouched-except her lipstick was gone, there wasn't a hair out of place.

You came on to me

growled, "You're twisting the

consequences of your own actions, huh?" Lorna folded her arms, her tall, graceful figure leaning against the entryway cabinet. "Fine, since it was your first kiss, let's just say I made the

James was speechless.

cleared his throat, voice low: "It's late. If you two want to flirt and bicker, keep it

gave a cheeky whistle as she passed James, heading straight upstairs to the guest room Briony had set aside for

nothing more, started up the stairs with the

looked back. "Something

"I just wanted to ask...

"Sorry. If you want to know, you should ask her yourself. Lorna's straightforward-she won't deny

ask her?" James huffed.

denial

a person had to

a

looked surprised,

Stewart added, turning and heading up to the third

mug of medicine in Stewart's hand. After a moment of thought, he lowered his voice. "So,

Stewart answered,