Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 105

Stewart walked over and gently ruffled Irwin's hair. "So, which one do you want to pick for your mom?"

"I want to pick two!" Irwin announced brightly. "One for Mom Bryn, one for Mom Rosita so it's fair!"

Stewart's voice was warm and mellow. "Alright, that's fine."

Standing nearby, James overheard their conversation and couldn't help but be puzzled.

Mom Bryn? Mom Rosita?

How many moms does this kid have, anyway?

Stewart signaled to the staff and bought the two ragdoll kittens Irwin had chosen. James, having finished his own paperwork, didn't pay any more attention to the father and son. He grabbed the pet carrier-with a golden retriever puppy inside —and pushed open the glass door of the pet shop, stepping out into the street. Stewart glanced back, his gaze briefly falling on the carrier in James's hand. His dark brows furrowed ever so slightly.

By the time James returned to the studio, Briony was already up.

She was sitting on the sofa, staring absentmindedly at her medical report. Hearing the knock at the door, she snapped back to reality and quickly tucked her prenatal checkup results beneath a throw pillow.

"Come in," she called.

door

there's something I wanted to discuss with

at him.

toward the hallway. "Can you come out

and followed him out of the

but as Briony approached,

of delight crossed Briony's face. She turned

had a litter-way too many puppies to find homes for. He asked if I could help out and take one," James explained smoothly. "But I'm allergic to dog hair, so I can't keep it

ask your other

James shrugged. "No one

lips together,

to like her, too. As she met its gaze, it barked twice in excitement, its tail wagging so hard it was

over, knelt down in front of the crate, and reached out her

puppy sniffed her fingers with its wet nose,

Briony's face,

liked this little

you might want to help out. You've got a big studio here—maybe you could foster him for a while? If not,