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 drank the whole

you bring

brought the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought for

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

"Okay!"

Irwin scampered off

her sweet, sensible son, Briony felt a

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

shouldn't let herself get upset

bought all

figured Irwin would probably spend New Year's Eve with Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things

night, not finishing

to the lounge, Irwin

lifted the covers. Irwin

model, and the price tag

had bought

seemed Rosita was also trying

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

wasn't something she could stop, or even had the

do was be there for him whenever