Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 67

"Whose kid is that?" James stood up, peering curiously toward the door. "This isn't

even an apartment building. Why would a kid be running around here?"

"He's here for me."

"For you?" James turned, eyes wide. "But he called you 'Mom'... Wait, you? You're married? And your kid's that old already?!"

"I'm getting divorced. And the kid isn't mine to keep."

Briony didn't feel like explaining, nor did she want to face Irwin. "Just tell him I'm not here. I'm not going out."

Before James could press any further, Briony had already turned and disappeared into the restoration room.

He blinked, a touch of mischief flickering in his eyes, then sauntered over to the front door, eager to witness the drama.

On the other side of the glass, Irwin had assumed it would be Briony coming to greet him. When he saw James instead, the smile he'd started to wear instantly vanished.

The studio's glass door was automatic, but lately, Briony and James had kept themselves locked in the restoration room for safety, so the outer door was sealed from the inside.

the release, and the door slid open with a

slightly raised, sizing up the stranger before him. Inwardly, he

but that's about

usually has glasses on, looks

eyes are really striking—almost star-like—and he looks younger than Dad by

more Irwin compared, the

Mom wants a divorce just because Dad's too

for Irwin to speak. When the silence dragged on, he frowned impatiently.

loud and clear. "Her name's

at him, indignant. “Just because I'm a kid doesn't mean you can fool me! Whenever my mom doesn't

go home much, huh?" James crouched down and gave Irwin's cheek a gentle pinch. "Is your

her! He's downstairs waiting for me right now! We both came to take her

James was amused.

a kid his age, he sure had a sharp

told James all he needed to

look at Irwin, searching for any hint of Briony in the boy's round, adorable

supposed to look like their

inherited his dad's genes

head back, kid." James straightened up, ruffling Irwin's hair in a mock- sympathetic