Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 355

Her daughter's tiny fists rained down on him, light as falling raindrops-nothing that could possibly hurt.

Yet to Stewart, every little punch landed squarely on his heart.

He stared at his daughter in stunned silence, his grip on Briony's hand loosening bit by bit.

The forceful air he'd carried just moments ago had vanished completely.

Briony gently pulled her hand free and bent to scoop Little Nina into her arms.

Holding her daughter close, her voice gentle and soothing, Briony whispered, "Don't worry, Little Nina. Mommy's okay."

Little Nina threw her arms tightly around Briony's neck, glaring fiercely at Stewart with all the indignation a four-year-old could muster. "A real gentleman never bullies a lady. Shame on you!"

Stewart watched his daughter, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

He wanted to say something, to comfort her somehow, but Little Nina had already buried her angry face into the crook of Briony's neck.

"Mommy, I don't like him!" she declared, her voice trembling with both outrage and the threat of tears.

Briony's heart ached.

Little Nina was usually so cheerful, so optimistic, but she was only four. Watching her parents argue-seeing things escalate-must have been terrifying for her.

Briony couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt for letting her temper get the better of her and scaring her child.

She stroked her daughter's back tenderly, fixing Stewart with a cold stare. "You should leave. Don't come to Skybreeze Retreat again."

Stewart pressed his lips together, his dark eyes locked on Briony.

After a moment, he gave a low, defeated reply. "Alright."

Briony turned away, carrying her daughter inside.

Little Mario stood frozen at the doorway.

As Briony passed, she spoke softly to him, "Little Mario, it's getting late. Let's go upstairs and get ready for bed."

glancing back at Stewart before hurrying

his son's small figure retreat, his fists clenching

Mario slept with

in the middle, an arm wrapped gently around each

them a bedtime

little ones

Briony turned off the lamp. "Alright now, close your eyes and go

Little Nina piped up, all traces of the earlier

her big-sisterly duties by singing her

tonight you can

his

much more outgoing lately- especially after their recent time together. It was a wonderful

the dim room, Little Nina's sweet, childish

got through a few lines before nodding

for the course-Briony was

Mario, however, was

over, singing a gentle lullaby until Little Mario finally closed his eyes and drifted

his dreams, it felt as if he

held him, humming softly, and he called out

silence, his small

realized he was calling

Mario's peaceful face by the moonlight filtering

faint smile curving his lips-he must have been having

Briony's heart melted.

never known a mother's

son so fragile, so tiny, who'd never even felt his mother's arms before

bent to kiss Little Mario's forehead and whispered, "Sleep well, little one. You're safe

fiddle from Gwendolyn White and could barely eke out a

head, declaring Rosita hopelessly unmusical-learning a song in a week was

just asked Rosita to

the instrument's history and the basics of the mandolin

Bill told Rosita to stay home and focus on

The moment she returned to Lunar Heights Estate, she

a silk slip dress and strolled