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.

he called out, "She's gone. You

the

fascinating, isn't she? Graceful, delicate-she has the look of a classic English rose.

narrowed, sharp as blades as he stared

stay away from

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

dark and cold, "She's

shot back, his tone teasing and deliberately provoking. "Are you

line, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked

Stewart's expression, clearly

bit, have you? Not after all these

for a reunion, Garry. Just remember what

know, Stewart, if you hadn't tried to take

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

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

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

from his cigar, blowing smoke rings as he spoke. "But I'll be honest with