Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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."

James could only grumble inwardly. Like father, like son—both a pair of little rascals.

"Everyone, don't just stand around. Have a seat, dinner will still be a while!" Gwendolyn White called out.

They all made their way to the living room and sat down.

Gwendolyn poured a pot of tea, just as the sound of a car drifted in from outside.

Moments later, Stewart walked through the door, carrying a gift bag. When he spotted Ferdinand and Garry, he hesitated for a moment.

Garry, lounging on the sofa, waved him over. "Mr. Wentworth, join us for some tea. Mr. Delaney has excellent taste—this is some of his finest."

James could only roll his eyes. Might as well have fed this outrageously expensive tea to the dog.

Stewart walked over and fixed his gaze on Briony. "I brought something for you."

Briony sat beside Gwendolyn, her expression cool and distant. "That's not necessary."

Stewart didn't seem surprised by her attitude. He just smiled faintly. "Would you prefer I take it out here in front of everyone?"

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