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

I brought the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought

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

"Okay!"

his backpack, Irwin scampered off

son, Briony

his parents. Even though

herself

bought all the children's

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

worked late into the night, not

she returned to the lounge, Irwin was already

to the bed and gently lifted the covers.

and the price tag was

had bought it for

seemed Rosita was also trying to be a good

pretend it didn't affect her, but she knew

could stop, or even

could do was be there for him