Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 313

Briony glanced at the clock—already half past nine.

The kids really should be getting to bed.

She walked over, eyeing the three empty bottles of whiskey on the dining table. She wasn't worried about them out of kindness; but if something happened while they were drinking in her house, she'd be the one in trouble.

"Gentlemen, it's getting late. Time to head home," Briony said, her voice crisp and

no-nonsense.

At her words, Stewart arched a dark brow, his eyes slightly glazed and tinged red from the alcohol as he looked at Garry. With a faint, teasing smile he said, "Garry, you heard her. Time to go."

"Me?" Garry chuckled. "Stewart, Ms. Kensington isn't just sending me away, you know."

Stewart's lips curled. "We're married-how could she possibly send me away?" Garry let out a dry laugh and turned to Briony. "Ms. Kensington, do you agree with that?"

Briony had no patience for their drunken banter-especially since both men were clearly three sheets to the wind. She called Carl in directly.

When Carl saw Stewart, he was stunned. After working with Stewart for so many years, he'd never seen him drink this much. Stewart's whole face was flushed red, and the bloodshot look in his eyes was almost alarming.

Carl's gaze flicked to the empty bottles on the table. He sucked in a breath—if anyone with a weaker constitution had drunk this much, they'd be on their way to the ER for a stomach pump.

He walked over to Stewart, bent down, and spoke softly, "Mr. Wentworth, it's late. Let me drive you home?"

Stewart didn't move. He sat tall and still, long fingers idly turning an empty glass. He didn't speak, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

at a

"Drag him out if you have

hesitated. "...I really

was, Garry let out a low laugh. "Stewart, never thought I'd

didn't reply, nor did he show any intention

be leaving anytime soon. Little Mario's still sick—he can't be staying up late.

it be

at all. I just need to put on fresh

"Um..."

you and little Mario should stay!" Little Nina chimed in from the side. "Tomorrow's Saturday—I want

eyes lit up as well. He hurried over and

want to say something?" Carol knelt

pointed

your words." Carol tapped his lips, patiently encouraging him. "Can you tell me

he thought it over, then finally, slowly,

excitement as she stroked his hair. "You're amazing, little Mario! Then we'll stay at Little Nina's

Little Nina clapped her hands in

eyes curving with joy, a spark of life shining through that made him look brighter than

reddened as she watched

with him for so long, and I never thought he could make such

her impression of Carol growing even warmer. Carol always looked at little Mario with genuine love and concern. Garry might have picked a shaky stepmom for the boy, but at least he'd

Stewart suddenly stood up from

and Garry threw their