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.

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

the corner,

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

narrowed, sharp as blades as he stared

warning you: stay

away?" Garry repeated, raising an eyebrow. "She's a remarkable woman and I'm a single man-what's wrong with pursuing her openly? Since when does that make me a villain

dark and

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

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

Stewart's expression, clearly

changed a bit, have you? Not after

not here for a reunion, Garry. Just remember what

if you hadn't tried to take her from me back then, you wouldn't be stuck

bring up Rosita and her boy?"

I?" Garry replied, his smile fading, eyes turning cold. "If you hadn't barged in, Rosita would

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

from his cigar, blowing smoke rings as