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

backpack. "And I brought the

your bedtime stories, do you? All right, you're still under the

"Okay!"

backpack, Irwin scampered off to the

son, Briony felt a pang

on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with Rosita, he still thought of her as "Mom,"

herself get upset with

all the children's books and

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

into the night, not finishing

to the lounge, Irwin

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

model, and the

likely, Rosita had bought

trying to be a good

quite name what she was feeling. She couldn't pretend it didn't affect her, but she knew that Irwin growing closer

she could stop, or even had the

be there