Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Their eyes met, both surprised to see each other.

Vernon stared at Briony, stunned.

It was a long moment before he finally stood up, looked at her, and asked, "Are you the owner of this gallery?"

Briony approached, eyeing the boy's serious expression-so mature for someone so young. After a pause, she said, "You're still a minor. If you want to sign up for classes, you'll have to bring a parent or guardian."

"My mom doesn't care about what I do." Vernon looked straight at Briony; although he was only eight, he spoke with the composure of an adult. "I can make my own decisions. Sunday afternoons are mine to spend however I want."

For a boy his age, he already had an air of authority about him.

To put it plainly, he seemed far too grown up.

But he was Xenia Cooper's son-Stewart's stepson.

Briony didn't much want to take him on.

"I'm sorry," she replied, her tone strictly professional. "Our gallery doesn't admit minors without parental consent. That's the policy."

"Is it because my mom is Xenia Cooper that you don't want to let me in?"

paused. "Yes. So let's not force this. I run a business, but

your sign out front says that gifted students could represent the gallery in international competitions," Vernon shot back, lifting his chin.

speechless. For someone so young, he spoke with

her lips together and took a slow breath, then decided to be blunt. "You're the Cooper family's heir. You have

Vernon froze.

looked at Briony, a flash

mean he couldn't even have the chance to compete on a level

being the

like it one

obvious that even the parents waiting nearby felt

forward to Briony. "Ms. Kensingtoet he really seems eager to learn. Why

"Yes, Ms. Kensington, he clearly loves painting—and he's got a mind of

spoke one after another, making it harder for Briony lite with a sigh, she relented a

Vernon nodded. "I do."

the wall and try

Vernon's gaze swept over the artwork

were all Briony's own works-pieces not for