Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 258

Briony rested her hand on her belly, a gentle warmth blossoming in her heart.

She didn't hope for her child to be especially gifted-just healthy and safe. That would be enough.

...

Stewart drove himself back to Southcreek Manor. After picking up Irwin, he

headed straight for Lunar Heights Estate.

Inside the car, Irwin sat in the backseat and asked, "Dad, we're just having dinner with Mom Rosita, right?"

"That's right," Stewart replied.

"So I don't have to sleep over there tonight, do I?"

At this, Stewart glanced up, catching Irwin's eyes in the rearview mirror. "That's up to you. If you want to stay the night, you can."

"I don't want to!" Irwin pouted. "Mom Rosita doesn't know how to cook, and she never reads me bedtime stories. Plus, I always have nightmares when I sleep there."

"Alright," Stewart said, "I'll bring you back to Southcreek Manor after dinner." Irwin's face instantly lit up. "Thank you, Dad! You're the best!"

tugged at Stewart's

later, the sleek black Maybach pulled into the

the car, Rosita hurried

"Irwin!"

just stepped out when he heard her

help but remember the last time Rosita had lost her

whispered, edging behind Stewart and clutching the back of his

scooped Irwin up into his

momentarily

her, her eyes filled with hurt. "Irwin, sweetheart, it's Mommy. What's

Stewart, burying his face in his father's shoulder, refusing even

deepened the bitterness in

slipped down Rosita's cheeks, her slender frame trembling, as if she might

time, when you had your episode, it

Rosita froze.

had complimented Briony? Had a

flicker

Stewart carried Irwin inside.