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

her hips and glared at him, her entire posture radiating

help but smile faintly at her

expression cooled. "She's just adorable,

curious. Sorry for

that, he turned

clothing. She didn't let her guard down until she saw him climb

glimpse of the

a car like

Nina," she called,

came

teacher ruffled her hair gently. "Do you

Nina 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 to strangers.

smart girl, Little

Little Nina and her teacher

with rosy cheeks and the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her was doing a fine job-she was

gathered up the children and started leading them back

on

car and followed the group at

from the preschool, less than two hundred meters

just

clusters at

the street, out of sight from

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

came bounding

"Godfather!" she called.

brushing sweat from her forehead with a gentle hand. "What's my little princess

Mommy sells her paintings, and since I'm

grinned. "I'll buy every

you'll have to wait your

raised an

too," Little Nina said, her

James: ...

even craftier since I last saw

clever little face, feeling a bittersweet ache in his