Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 597

Northborough.

On the second day after Briony went missing, James had already made up his mind to go to the police. But just as he stepped out of his car in front of the station, Lorna appeared out of nowhere.

She lunged at him the moment he opened the door, shoving him straight back into the car.

The door slammed shut behind them.

James exploded. “Lorna, have you lost your mind? Get off me!”

Lorna’s position was nothing short of awkward—one foot braced against the center console, the other dangling out the open door, with James’s long legs trapped beneath hers.

Not exactly how he’d pictured his morning.

No matter how roomy a Land Rover was, the driver’s seat simply wasn’t made for two adults.

The closeness, the tangle of limbs, made James bristle with embarrassment.

His usually bright, handsome face turned a shade of red he hadn’t known he was capable of.

Lorna hadn’t planned any of this, but seeing James blush, her playful side kicked in.

She let her hands travel slowly up from his shoulders, looping them around his neck.

“Well, well, Mr. Delaney, are you blushing?”

James glared at her, speechless.

“Didn’t take you for the bashful type,” Lorna teased, letting her fingertip trace the sharp line of his jaw. “Don’t tell me you’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

James gritted his teeth. “Get off me!”

“Oh? And how should I do that exactly?”

He shot her a death glare.

Lorna just grinned, arching an elegant eyebrow. “You’re twenty-eight, aren’t you, Mr. Delaney? You should be used to this sort of thing by now…”

Her finger drifted lower, about to reach the hollow of his throat—when suddenly James’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist in a firm grip.