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?"

Irwin said proudly. "I

did you bring your

brought the toys and bedtime

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

"Okay!"

scampered off

sensible son, Briony felt

natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with

herself

mind, Briony opened her shopping app and bought all the children's books and educational toys she'd been eyeing

Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just bought would be

the night, not

to the lounge, Irwin

a shower, she tiptoed to the bed and gently lifted the covers. Irwin

the price tag was

likely, Rosita had bought it for

also trying to be

didn't affect her, but she knew that Irwin growing closer

she could stop, or even had the right to

be there for