Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 340

Ferdinand cradled little Nina in his arms, his deep eyes fixed on Stewart.

For a brief moment, the two men locked eyes-no words were spoken, but the tension in the air spoke volumes.

Little Nina, full and content, was growing drowsy. She sprawled sleepily on Ferdinand's shoulder, barely keeping her eyes open.

Stewart walked over, casting a glance at Little Nina before turning to Briony. "She's tired. Let me take you both home."

Briony's gaze was icy. "Stewart, there's no need for this."

A hint of a smirk tugged at Stewart's lips as his dark eyes lingered on her. "We're married, Briony. It's only natural I bring you and our daughter home."

Briony frowned, irritation flickering across her face.

"Mrs. Wentworth, let's go," Stewart said, his voice smooth but his smile tight. "We're in public, after all. Let's keep up appearances, shall we?"

His words sounded like a suggestion, but Briony caught the edge of warning beneath his tone.

They were, after all, out in public. Now wasn't the time for a fight-and Little Nina was still in Ferdinand's arms.

Briony pressed her lips together, drew a steadying breath, and looked at

Ferdinand. "Thank you, Mr. Ellsworth. I'll take Little Nina home for now. Please drive safely."

"Of course." Ferdinand didn't argue. He gently handed Little Nina over.

Briony took her daughter into her arms.

nestled into her mother's shoulder, found a comfortable spot, yawned, and slipped

word, Briony carried Little Nina straight to the waiting black

to open the rear

still cradling her sleeping

behind her, and

gotten

to be talking

what they were saying, but she saw Ferdinand glance in

Stewart broke away and

Briony looked away.

No one spoke; the tension was thick

with absolute caution, barely daring

pulled into the

opened the door herself and

She headed straight upstairs.

was sound asleep; Briony had no

the bathroom and gently wiped her daughter's face and

Little Nina was truly asleep, nothing

her into

raised

the basin back to the

came out, the

Stewart walked in.

at the bedside, eyes lingering on his