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.

around the

she? Graceful, delicate-she has the look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle and innocent, but trust me, there's steel

eyes narrowed, sharp as blades as he

stay

I'm a single man-what's

teeth, his eyes dark and cold, "She's not

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

into a thin line, his brow furrowed so deeply it

took in Stewart's expression, clearly enjoying

have you?

reunion, Garry. Just

tried to take her from me

dare bring up Rosita and her boy?" Stewart's

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

that," Stewart sneered. "You're

win this round-no arguing with a lawyer's tongue." Garry took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke rings as he spoke. "But I'll be honest with you, Stewart. I