Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 139

Briony didn't answer his question. Instead, she countered, "Do you know Mr. Wentworth, Mr. Ferguson?"

Garry paused, clearly a little surprised by her response.

He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the corners of his mouth lifting in a rakish, easy smile. "Attorney Wentworth and I go way back."

Briony let out a noncommittal, "Oh." Then she asked, "Has Attorney Wentworth ever mentioned me to you?"

Garry hesitated again, his brows drawing together. "Ms. Kensington, you still haven't answered my question."

Briony met his gaze, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Are you wondering if I'm being a bit forward, Mr. Ferguson?"

"What?" Garry frowned, this time looking at her with genuine confusion.

"I do think I'm being forward," Briony said, her smile fading as she studied him. "After all, we hardly know each other.”

With that, she broke eye contact, stepped past him, and walked straight toward the private lounge.

Garry watched her retreating figure, a spark of intrigue lighting in his eyes.

out, "She's gone. You don't have to keep

around the corner,

at him, grinning. "Ms. Kensington is fascinating, isn't she? Graceful, delicate-she has the look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle and innocent, but trust me, there's steel beneath that

blades

warning you: stay

repeated, raising an eyebrow. "She's a remarkable woman and I'm a single man-what's

eyes dark and cold, "She's not like

shot back, his tone

lips pressed into a thin line, his brow furrowed so deeply it

took in Stewart's expression, clearly

haven't changed a bit, have you? Not after all

not here for a reunion, Garry.

I don't?" Garry's eyes glittered with challenge. "You know, Stewart, if you hadn't tried to take her from me back

and her boy?" Stewart's voice was low

Garry replied, his smile fading, eyes turning cold. "If you hadn't barged in, Rosita would be with me now. That kid

that," Stewart sneered. "You're just as

win this round-no arguing with a lawyer's tongue." Garry took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke rings