Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 105

Stewart walked over and gently ruffled Irwin’s hair. “So, which one do you want to pick for your mom?”

“I want to pick two!” Irwin announced brightly. “One for Mom Bryn, one for Mom Rosita—so it’s fair!”

Stewart’s voice was warm and mellow. “Alright, that’s fine.”

Standing nearby, James overheard their conversation and couldn’t help but be puzzled.

Mom Bryn? Mom Rosita?

How many moms does this kid have, anyway?

Stewart signaled to the staff and bought the two ragdoll kittens Irwin had chosen.

James, having finished his own paperwork, didn’t pay any more attention to the father and son. He grabbed the pet carrier—with a golden retriever puppy inside—and pushed open the glass door of the pet shop, stepping out into the street.

Stewart glanced back, his gaze briefly falling on the carrier in James’s hand. His dark brows furrowed ever so slightly.

…

By the time James returned to the studio, Briony was already up.

She was sitting on the sofa, staring absentmindedly at her medical report. Hearing the knock at the door, she snapped back to reality and quickly tucked her prenatal checkup results beneath a throw pillow.

“Come in,” she called.

James opened the door and stepped inside.

“Hey, there’s something I wanted to discuss with you,” he began.

Briony looked at him. “Go ahead.”

He gestured toward the hallway. “Can you come out here for a sec?”

Briony stood and followed him out of the office.

Near the door sat a pet carrier. The golden retriever puppy had been lying quietly inside, but as Briony approached, it seemed to sense her presence. Instantly, it sprang to its feet, tail wagging enthusiastically.

“Let him stay with me,” Briony interrupted, standing up to look at James. “I had a golden retriever when I was a kid. I know how to take care of them—I’ll be fine.”

James raised his eyebrows. “You’re sure? You know, they say having a pet is a lot like raising a kid. It’s not just a whim—you have to be committed.”

“I know,” Briony replied firmly. “I can take care of him.”

James secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface, he played it cool. “Alright then, I’ll leave this little guy in your hands.”

Briony smiled softly. “I feel like we’re meant to be.”

“Looks that way,” James agreed, crouching down to peer inside the carrier. “He seems like a calm one.”

“He reminds me of the golden retriever my granddad used to have,” Briony said, her voice gentle as she knelt beside him.

“So, have you thought of a name yet?”

Briony thought for a moment, then looked at the puppy. “How about Lucky?”