Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 27

Briony's eyes widened in shock at the words.

Stewart arched an eyebrow, casting a sidelong glance at her. His gaze was cool and narrow, dark eyes half-lidded, but he said nothing.

Meanwhile, Rosita gave Julia a gentle, polite smile. "Hi, I don't think we've met before. How do you know Stewart?"

“I.....” Julia faltered for a moment, searching for the right words, then simply replied, "Mr. Wentworth helped me through some difficult times. I owe him a lot."

Rosita nodded in understanding, turning back to Stewart. "Irwin just called-he's getting grumpy and wants us to come home. He misses you."

Stewart gave a subtle nod. "He can't always get his way. Tell him we'll be back after we finish lunch."

"You're right," Rosita agreed softly, picking up her phone and stepping out toward the private dining room.

"Irwin..." she murmured lovingly into the phone, though the door remained open and her gentle voice drifted in. "Daddy and I are having lunch with a very important friend... You're my good boy, Irwin, and I'll bring you a present when I get home..."

Julia's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth already have a child?"

little boy's over five now-smart as a whip and

if she'd just stepped in

offered a warm smile, "Of course. Any child

by the second, like all the color had

She linked arms with the still-clueless Julia and said, “Julia, let's take Bryn to the hospital and get that

hand!" Julia immediately turned

just those few minutes, blisters had already formed across

I

gaze and gave a small

Briony

the trio had left that Stewart

him thoughtfully, frowning slightly. "You know Ms. Hudson's

glare, his voice ice-cold.

afternoon by the time they returned

way back, Briony called up room service and had lunch delivered to the

quick meal, and then, using her injury as an excuse, Briony retreated to