Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

The two children had just been taken upstairs by Stewart for their baths. By now, they were probably fast asleep.

Briony didn't disturb them. She went straight back to the master bedroom.

James didn't return until half past midnight.

There was a split on his lower lip and a bright red handprint on his cheek.

After settling the kids in for the night, Stewart went downstairs to prepare some medicine. When he came out of the kitchen, carrying the freshly brewed concoction, he ran right into James.

Stewart raised an eyebrow when he saw James's battered face.

Sometimes, men didn't need words-just a glance and everything was clear.

It was obvious: something had happened between James and Lorna.

Perhaps Stewart's amusement was a little too obvious, because James snapped, "What are you staring at? Never seen a handsome guy get roughed up by a woman before?"

Just then, footsteps echoed from behind him.

The so-called "ruffian" herself, Lorna, strolled in.

Compared to James, she looked almost untouched-except her lipstick was gone, there wasn't a hair out of place.

"James, stop tarnishing my reputation. You came on to me first," she shot back.

James growled, "You're twisting the

actions, huh?" Lorna folded her arms, her tall, graceful figure leaning against the entryway cabinet. "Fine, since it was your first

James was speechless.

cleared his throat, voice low: "It's late. If you

cheeky whistle as she passed James, heading straight upstairs to the guest room

saying nothing more, started up the stairs

paused and looked back.

eyes. "I just wanted to ask... has Lorna dated

to know, you should ask her yourself. Lorna's straightforward-she

James huffed. "Forget

up."

regarded the man's obvious denial but didn't call him

a person had to

say a word," Stewart

surprised, watching him

rest," Stewart added, turning and heading up

medicine in Stewart's hand. After a moment of thought, he

Stewart answered, calm

a little inappropriate for you to be hanging

here every day?"

soon as Bryn

skeptical. "You can promise