Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 139

Briony didn’t answer his question. Instead, she countered, “Do you know Mr. Wentworth, Mr. Ferguson?”

Garry paused, clearly a little surprised by her response.

He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the corners of his mouth lifting in a rakish, easy smile. “Attorney Wentworth and I go way back.”

Briony let out a noncommittal, “Oh.” Then she asked, “Has Attorney Wentworth ever mentioned me to you?”

Garry hesitated again, his brows drawing together. “Ms. Kensington, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Briony met his gaze, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “Are you wondering if I’m being a bit forward, Mr. Ferguson?”

“What?” Garry frowned, this time looking at her with genuine confusion.

“I do think I’m being forward,” Briony said, her smile fading as she studied him. “After all, we hardly know each other.”

With that, she broke eye contact, stepped past him, and walked straight toward the private lounge.

Garry watched her retreating figure, a spark of intrigue lighting in his eyes.

A moment later, he called out, “She’s gone. You don’t have to keep hiding.”

From around the corner, Stewart emerged.

Garry turned to look at him, grinning. “Ms. Kensington is fascinating, isn’t she? Graceful, delicate—she has the look of a classic English rose. She seems gentle and innocent, but trust me, there’s steel beneath that surface.”

Stewart’s eyes narrowed, sharp as blades as he stared Garry down.

“I’m warning you: stay away from her.”

“Stay away?” Garry repeated, raising an eyebrow. “She’s a remarkable woman and I’m a single man—what’s wrong with pursuing her openly? Since when does that make me a villain in your book?”

“Garry,” Stewart said through clenched teeth, his eyes dark and cold, “She’s not like the other women in your circle.”

“Oh? And how would you know that?” Garry shot back, his tone teasing and deliberately provoking. “Are you two close?”