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

the

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

eyes narrowed, sharp as blades as he

stay away

woman and I'm a single man-what's wrong with pursuing

clenched teeth, his eyes dark and cold, "She's not like the other women in

And how would you know that?" Garry shot back, his tone teasing and deliberately provoking. "Are you two

so deeply it looked like he could snap a pencil with

Stewart's expression,

a bit, have you?

not here for a reunion,

you hadn't tried to take her

up Rosita and her boy?" Stewart's voice was low

eyes turning cold. "If you hadn't barged in, Rosita would be with me

if you deserve that," Stewart sneered. "You're just as arrogant as

Garry took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke