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

graceful figure leaning against the entryway cabinet. "Fine, since it was

James was speechless.

low: "It's late. If you two want to flirt

glared; Lorna just gave a cheeky whistle as she passed James, heading straight upstairs to the guest room Briony had set aside

stairs

and looked

just wanted to

want to know, you should ask her yourself. Lorna's straightforward-she won't deny

want to ask her?" James huffed. "Forget it. Pretend I never

up."

regarded the man's obvious denial but

person had to

say a

looked surprised,

added, turning and heading up to the third

in Stewart's hand. After a moment of thought, he lowered his voice. "So, what's going on with you and Bryn? Did

Stewart answered, calm and

isn't it a little inappropriate for you

here every day?"

as Bryn is

skeptical. "You