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

glared at him, her entire posture radiating caution. For someone so young, she had a keen

but smile faintly

back to the teacher, his expression

Sorry for disturbing

he turned and

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

caught a glimpse of the license

someone driving a car like that

she called, beckoning her

came running.

her hair gently. "Do

weird expression. Even though he's really

smart girl,

in his car, Stewart watched Little Nina and her

little face. Whoever was raising her was doing a fine

up the children and started leading

an eye on them,"

the group at a crawl, careful not

a block from the preschool, less than two hundred meters

just about pickup

in clusters

ways down the street,

almost immediately. Among all the parents, James's

bounding over, her backpack

"Godfather!" she called.

down and scooped her up, brushing sweat from her forehead with a gentle hand. "What's my little princess been up

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

James grinned. "I'll buy every one you

I'm so touched! But you'll have

raised an

Little Nina said, her eyes twinkling. "Whoever pays the

James: ...

gotten even craftier since I last saw

feeling