Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 283

Rosita studied the child in front of her.

His skin was pale, those dark eyes watching her quietly. He couldn't have been more than three years old, but it was already obvious this boy was going to grow up handsome.

Still, there was something oddly familiar about him...

Rosita's gaze drifted to Garry.

He caught her looking, lifted one dark eyebrow. "What are you staring at?"

She smiled a little. "Just trying to see if the little one looks like you."

Garry's lips quirked. "He's still so small. Hard to tell, isn't it?"

Rosita gave a diplomatic answer. "You two do share the same eyes and brows."

"People keep saying that," Garry said with a small laugh, and carried Mario over to the couch.

Little Mario nestled quietly in Garry's arms. He was a slight child, with a cool, porcelain complexion and hair that, while dark, caught the light with a hint of chestnut.

At that moment, Pandora entered the room, two women trailing behind her, both in their forties.

"Ms. Lockwood, these are the nannies who'll be looking after Mario," Pandora announced, her tone formal. "From now on, they'll be living here to help you raise him."

turned to the women, who immediately offered

a few times before-Garry's right hand for years now, competent and attractive enough

was truly nothing between them. But the truth

were.

someone to

hand, she wouldn't even have to care for the child herself. As far as deals went, she wasn't getting

she looked at the boy. "Mario, I'm your mom now," she said gently. "From now on, it'll be you, me,

stared at her

feel pressured to make him

after a child this young.

haven't spent much time with kids."

four years," Garry continued, his tone dry. "Do you even remember what

Rosita went pale. "I..."

Northborough-are you doing it for your son,

what you think," she whispered, voice tight with hurt. "Garry, I know you're only helping me because of Randolph. Stewart and you, you're both men who value loyalty. I'm grateful to both of you, truly. But my heart... My heart's always belonged to

dark, unreadable. "If Randolph could hear you now, I'm

clenching slightly

on a business trip for a couple of days, but it worked out- James, Carney, and Gwendolyn White had

the three of them around to look after little

international art competitions, taken home multiple awards, and held a handful

scouted out a few promising startups. After bringing in a professional venture capital team to assess the