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?"

darted

planted her hands on her hips and glared at him, her entire posture radiating caution. For

help but smile faintly at her precocious

his expression cooled. "She's just adorable,

Sorry for disturbing

that, he turned and walked

sheep's clothing. She didn't let her guard down until she saw him climb into a sleek black Mercedes parked

glimpse of the license plate-custom, consecutive

thought, someone driving a car

she called,

girl came running. "Yes,

hair gently. "Do you know that

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 to strangers.

a smart girl,

in his car, Stewart watched Little Nina and her teacher through the

adorable, with rosy cheeks and the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her was doing a fine

teachers gathered up the children and started leading them back toward

eye on

started the car and followed the group at a crawl, careful not to draw

a block from the

just about

clusters at the school

little ways down the street, out of sight from the

immediately. Among all the parents,

came bounding over, her

"Godfather!" she called.

scooped her up, brushing sweat from her forehead with a gentle

She could barely contain her excitement. "I made a picture. Mommy sells her paintings, and since I'm her daughter, mine must be

"I'll buy every

you'll have

an

Little Nina said,

James: ...

well-she's gotten even craftier since I last

face, feeling a bittersweet ache in