Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 630

“No, thanks.” James’s tone turned icy in an instant. “My family’s pretty strict. They want me to settle down with someone from a similar background, someone… uncomplicated.”

Lorna let out a soft chuckle. “Wow, Mr. Delaney, that’s harsh. If you want to turn me down, just say it—no need for the backhanded compliments.”

James stiffened, looking flustered. “That’s not what I meant. I just… your line of work is dangerous. My family wouldn’t be able to handle it…”

“Oh, relax.” Lorna waved him off dismissively. “I was just messing with you. Did you really think I was serious? I just have a habit of flirting with handsome men—can’t help myself. If the guy’s open to a one-night stand, I’m game, but as for an actual relationship? Please. Men are all the same—once the fun’s over, they zip up and move on.”

James fell silent, lips pressed tight, glaring at Lorna. His ears were burning red.

After a moment, he managed to choke out, “Lorna, have you no shame?”

“It’s only human nature. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Lorna gave him a mocking little smile, eyeing his flushed ears and shaking her head with a click of her tongue. “Look at you—such an innocent little boy. I’d probably have to teach you a thing or two, and honestly? I’m not that interested.”

“Lorna!” James spluttered, half-angry, half-mortified. “Watch your mouth! If the kids hear you, that’s not appropriate!”

Lorna rolled her eyes, clearly done with the conversation, and sauntered out of the room.

James watched her go, a firestorm of frustration and confusion brewing in his chest.

God, she’s not a special agent—she’s a damn hooligan.

…

NortiaSanctonia Private Estate.

Just one week remained until the wedding.

Briony’s health was finally stable, though she’d grown thin and pale.

The custom gown Ferdinand had commissioned arrived that day.

But after trying it on, it was clear the dress was far too big. Ferdinand immediately sent it back to the designer for alterations.

Briony didn’t seem to care much about it.

When they reached the garden, Briony turned to Belinda. “I suddenly have a craving for lemon drizzle cake. Belinda, do you know how to make it?”

Belinda blinked in surprise. “I do, but it takes a bit of time.”

“Go ahead, I don’t mind waiting.” Briony settled into a wicker chair nearby.

Belinda nodded and headed back inside.

The side gate to the yard was now locked, and security had been doubled throughout the estate; Belinda had no worry that Briony might try to run off again.

Once they were alone, Briony turned to Mary. “Come, sit with me.”

Mary moved to sit beside her.

“Briony, I know what you’re going to say.” Mary spoke quietly, one hand gently resting on her belly. “But I won’t give up this baby.”

Briony studied her for a long moment before finally asking, “Have you really thought about this child’s future? His father is a criminal, Mary. Back home, when a parent commits a serious crime, it follows the next generation.”