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.

into her mother's shoulder, found a comfortable

Briony carried Little Nina straight to the waiting black

over to open the

ducked inside, still cradling her

shut quietly behind her, and she turned

gotten in

seemed to be talking

hear what they were saying, but

Stewart broke away and walked

Briony looked away.

No one spoke; the tension was thick enough to

with absolute caution, barely

pulled into the

the door herself and stepped out,

She headed straight upstairs.

was sound asleep; Briony had

warm water in the bathroom and

truly asleep, nothing could

changed her

raised

basin back to the

she came out, the

Stewart walked in.

at the bedside, eyes lingering on