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."

inwardly. Like father,

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

made their way to the living

pot of tea, just as the sound of

the door, carrying a gift bag. When he spotted

him over. "Mr. Wentworth, join us for some tea. Mr. Delaney has excellent taste this is

could only roll his eyes. Might as well have fed this outrageously expensive tea

walked over and fixed his gaze on Briony.

beside Gwendolyn, her expression cool

attitude. He just smiled faintly. "Would you prefer I take it out here

as she glanced at the bag in

that, whatever he had for

might not care about appearances, but

closed off, and walked toward the side room. Stewart arched an eyebrow and

impatient. "Stewart, whatever you're giving me, I'm not accepting it. And I need to remind you-your behavior is

it." Stewart stepped closer, pulling a small, elegant

"I told you,

Stewart opened the jewelry

Inside were two rings.

be precise-two wedding

accept anything, but the sight of wedding rings caught her completely off

themselves. Stewart