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?"

proudly. "I drank the whole big

did you

I brought the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought for me,

All right, you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get some rest. I have to get back to

"Okay!"

his backpack, Irwin scampered off

sensible son, Briony felt

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

let herself get upset with

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

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

worked late into the night, not finishing until after

to the lounge, Irwin was already

tiptoed to the bed and gently lifted

and the price tag

had

trying to be a

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

stop, or even had the

she could do was be there for him whenever he needed