Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 120

Briony froze at the sound of Irwin's voice. She had just started to turn when she spotted the little boy barreling toward her.

Before she could react, Irwin threw his arms wide and launched himself at her.

He was fast-too fast. Briony instinctively pressed a hand to her stomach and reached out to stop him, but James was quicker.

James stepped in, pulling Briony aside and planting his large hand squarely on Irwin's forehead, stopping him in his tracks.

Irwin glared up at James, indignant and thwarted. "Let me go! I want my mom!"

"Why are you everywhere I turn?" James scowled, voice dripping with exasperation. "Are you some kind of shapeshifter, kid? Did you forget what you said yesterday? Is there something wrong with your head? Go back to your mom, Rosita, and get that sorted out."

me go!" Irwin flailed his arms in protest, but he was so small

of Rosita rising from her seat a short distance away. She looked from Rosita

to your mother," Briony said

and looked up at her, his bravado crumbling.

voice calm yet firm. "But I meant what I

of me since I was born. You taught me how to talk, eat, draw- you said you'd always

Irwin say all this made her heart

was the

if he knew, why had he said

too young to understand," Briony's voice softened, though her resolve didn't waver. "When you're older, you'll see. For now, please

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