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 to Little

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

smile faintly at her

teacher, his expression cooled.

curious. Sorry

turned and walked

out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. She didn't let her guard down until she saw

a glimpse of the

she thought, someone driving a car like that probably isn't a

she called,

came running.

teacher ruffled her hair gently. "Do you

kept staring at me with a weird expression. Even though he's really handsome, my mom says you can't talk to strangers. I always remember

a smart girl, Little

his car, Stewart watched Little Nina and her

adorable, with rosy cheeks and the sweetest little face. Whoever was raising her was doing a fine job-she was well cared for,

and

an eye on them," Stewart

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

from the preschool, less than

just about

clusters at

parked a little ways down the street, out of

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

Little Nina came bounding over, her

"Godfather!" she called.

and scooped her up, brushing sweat from her forehead with a gentle hand.

picture. Mommy sells her paintings, and since I'm her daughter, mine must be good too! Godfather, do

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

But you'll have to wait

an

and Grandma will want to buy them too," Little Nina said,

James: ...

even craftier since I

studied her clever little face, feeling a