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

the corner,

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

as blades as he

stay away from

"She's a remarkable woman and I'm a single man-what's wrong with pursuing her openly? Since when does

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

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

thin line, his brow furrowed so

Stewart's expression, clearly enjoying

have you? Not after

here for a reunion,

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

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

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

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

took another puff from his cigar, blowing smoke