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?"

did!” Irwin said proudly. "I

did you bring

He patted his cartoon backpack. "And I brought the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought

never forget your bedtime stories, do you? All right, you're still under the

"Okay!"

scampered off to the

sensible son, Briony

a child. It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with Rosita, he still thought

herself get upset

bought all the

New Year's Eve with Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just

worked late into the night, not finishing

she returned to the lounge, Irwin

to the bed and gently lifted the covers. Irwin was clutching a kid's smartwatch in

a limited-edition model, and the price tag was well into

Rosita had bought

Rosita was also trying to be

couldn't quite name what she was feeling. She couldn't pretend it didn't affect her,

or even

there for him whenever