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.

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

around the corner,

the look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle and innocent,

sharp as blades as he stared

stay

man-what's

eyes dark and

you know that?" Garry shot back, his tone teasing

line, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked like he could snap a

in Stewart's expression, clearly enjoying

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

not here for a reunion, Garry.

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

and her boy?"

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

you deserve that," Stewart sneered. "You're

tongue." Garry took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke rings as he spoke. "But I'll be honest with you, Stewart. I came back for one