Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 353

"Mario!"

When little Nina spotted Mario, she squealed and ran straight toward him, flinging her arms around him in a tight hug, planting a big, smacking kiss on his cheek.

James let out a long, dramatic sigh, covering his face at the scene.

Now that Mario was here, Nina had completely forgotten about her godfather. She clung to Mario's hand, peppering him with excited questions.

"Did you come over just to play with me?"

Mario stared at her and nodded vigorously.

"Wow, I'm so touched!" Nina's tiny voice echoed through the living room.

"Then, do you want to stay over tonight?"

Mario nodded again, "I do!"

The two little ones huddled together, whispering and giggling, the room filling with their infectious joy.

James, feeling a little left out, shot Garry a look. "Dinner's fine, but sleepovers are another story!"

Garry replied with a polite smile. "That's really up to him. Ever since Mario met Nina, he's gotten a mind of his own."

could only grumble inwardly. Like father, like son-both a pair

Have a seat, dinner will still be a while!" Gwendolyn White

made their way to the living room

pot of tea, just as the sound

carrying a gift bag. When he spotted Ferdinand and Garry, he hesitated

on the sofa, waved him over. "Mr. Wentworth, join us for some tea. Mr. Delaney has excellent

his eyes. Might as well have fed this

fixed his gaze on Briony. "I

Gwendolyn, her expression cool and distant. "That's not

surprised by her attitude. He just smiled faintly. "Would

brow creased slightly as she glanced at the bag in Stewart's

had for her clearly wasn't something

care about appearances,

stood up, face closed off, and walked toward the side room. Stewart arched an eyebrow and followed her

Briony faced him, clearly impatient. "Stewart, whatever you're giving me, I'm not accepting it. And I need to remind

it." Stewart stepped closer, pulling a small, elegant box from the bag and offering it to

at it. "I

Stewart opened the

Inside were two rings.

precise-two wedding

accept anything, but the sight

themselves. Stewart was certainly