Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 17

Briony dialed Stewart's number.

She wanted him to come pick up Irwin.

But Stewart didn't answer.

He was obviously ignoring her on purpose.

Frustration welled up inside Briony, her expression turning cold.

Irwin looked at her, eyes rimmed red. He choked up and said, "Mom, am I bothering you? If you don't want me around anymore, I can just leave..."

Tears began to spill down his cheeks.

Briony's heart softened instantly. She pulled him into a gentle hug and soothed him, "Of course I still want you here. I'm just swamped with work these days, and since you're still not feeling well, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of you properly."

"I'm not running a fever anymore," Irwin insisted.

He grabbed Briony's hand and placed it on his forehead. "See, Mom? I'm really not sick now. I'll be good and won't disturb you while you're working. Please don't send me away, okay?"

Whenever Irwin played the sweetheart, Briony was helpless.

She sighed and stroked his still-warm cheek. "Did you finish the soup I made for you?"

said proudly. "I drank

you bring your

the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought

him on the nose. "You never forget your bedtime stories, do you? All right, you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get some rest. I have

"Okay!"

his backpack, Irwin scampered off

son, Briony felt

It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though

really shouldn't let herself get upset with

all the children's books and educational toys she'd been eyeing

Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just bought would be her New Year's

into the night, not finishing

she returned to the lounge, Irwin was

a shower, she tiptoed to the bed and gently lifted

the

had bought it

trying to be a

she was feeling. She couldn't pretend it didn't affect her, but she

or even had

was be there for him whenever he needed