Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 285

Little Nina's paintbrush slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. She crouched down to pick it up-

Suddenly, a pair of polished black leather shoes appeared right in front of her.

She paused, curiosity flickering across her face as she tilted her head back to

look up.

Stewart knelt down, his intense gaze fixed on the little girl whose features so closely resembled Briony's. Emotions churned in his dark eyes.

Little Nina's big brown eyes grew even wider.

Wow, this uncle is really handsome!

And not at all in the same way as Uncle Ferdinand, either.

But... there was something a little strange about him.

Clutching her paintbrush, Little Nina edged away, eyeing Stewart with open suspicion.

Swallowing hard, Stewart parted his lips, struggling for a moment before finally speaking. "What's your name?"

"My mom says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers!" she replied, her voice bright and clear—and deliberately loud. “Even if the stranger is really good-looking, it's still not allowed!"

Her words immediately caught the teacher's attention.

A young woman strolled over, pausing when she caught sight of Stewart. For a split second, surprise registered on her face.

He was handsome, with a quiet, commanding presence that was hard to ignore.

But a flutter of attraction or not, she didn't forget her responsibility.

"Sir, is there someone you're looking for?" she asked politely.

Rising to his feet, Stewart gave her a curt nod. "Sorry-I didn't mean to interrupt your class."

"It's alright. The kids are just about finished with their art anyway. Are you here for one of them?"

eyes darted

hands on her hips and glared at him, her entire posture radiating

but smile

to the teacher, his expression cooled. "She's just

Sorry

that, he turned

just in case he turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. She didn't let her

of the

car like that

Nina," she called, beckoning

came running. "Yes,

teacher ruffled her hair gently. "Do

said, shaking her head. "But he kept staring at me with a weird expression. Even though he's really handsome, my mom says you can't talk

smart girl, Little

watched Little Nina and her teacher through the

rosy cheeks and the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her

teachers gathered up the children and started leading them back toward

on

started the car and followed the group at a crawl, careful

was only a block from the preschool, less than two

just

waited in clusters

a little ways down the street, out of sight from the

Among all the parents, James's towering frame-nearly six foot three-was impossible

came bounding over, her

"Godfather!" she called.

sweat from her forehead with a gentle hand.

her paintings, and since I'm her daughter, mine must be good too! Godfather, do you want to

course!" James grinned. "I'll buy every one you ever

But you'll have to wait

raised an

them too," Little Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever pays

James: ...

even craftier since I

her clever little face, feeling