Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 283

Rosita studied the child in front of her.

His skin was pale, those dark eyes watching her quietly. He couldn't have been more than three years old, but it was already obvious this boy was going to grow up handsome.

Still, there was something oddly familiar about him...

Rosita's gaze drifted to Garry.

He caught her looking, lifted one dark eyebrow. "What are you staring at?"

She smiled a little. "Just trying to see if the little one looks like you."

Garry's lips quirked. "He's still so small. Hard to tell, isn't it?"

Rosita gave a diplomatic answer. "You two do share the same eyes and brows."

"People keep saying that," Garry said with a small laugh, and carried Mario over to the couch.

Little Mario nestled quietly in Garry's arms. He was a slight child, with a cool, porcelain complexion and hair that, while dark, caught the light with a hint of chestnut.

At that moment, Pandora entered the room, two women trailing behind her, both in their forties.

"Ms. Lockwood, these are the nannies who'll be looking after Mario," Pandora announced, her tone formal. "From now on, they'll be living here to help you raise him."

immediately offered polite curtsies.

Pandora a few times before-Garry's right hand for years now, competent and

truly nothing between them. But the truth was, she didn't

were.

needed someone

hand, she wouldn't even have to care for the child herself. As far as

softening as she looked at the boy. "Mario, I'm your mom now," she said gently. "From now on, it'll be you, me, and your dad. We'll be a real family,

at her in

pressured to make him

"Sorry. I've never looked after a child this

shot her a sidelong glance. "You really haven't

dry. "Do you even remember what

Rosita went pale. "I..."

back to Northborough-are you doing it for

whispered, voice tight with hurt. "Garry, I know you're only helping me because of Randolph. Stewart and you, you're both men who value loyalty. I'm grateful to both of you, truly. But my heart... My heart's always belonged to Randolph. I could

could hear you now, I'm

frowned, fingers clenching slightly in her

for a couple of days, but it

the three of them around to look after little Nina, Briony could

two years, Briony-working under the name Leilani-had entered several international art competitions,

earnings, she'd scouted out a few promising startups. After bringing in a professional venture