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."

nodded, glancing back at

son's small figure retreat, his

Mario slept with Briony and Little

last time, Briony lay in the middle,

read them a

little ones listened,

the lamp. "Alright now, close your eyes and

all traces of the earlier scene forgotten. Children, after all,

fulfill her big-sisterly duties by

can sing the lullaby for your

his hands

outgoing lately- especially after their recent time together.

Nina's sweet,

through a few lines before

was par for the course-Briony was

was still wide

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

felt as if he saw

humming softly, and he called

small

he

peaceful face by the moonlight filtering through the

was deeply asleep, a faint smile curving his lips-he must

Briony's heart melted.

gentle child... and yet he'd never known a mother's embrace from

thoughts drifted to her own son so fragile, so tiny, who'd never even felt

caught. She bent to kiss Little Mario's forehead and whispered, "Sleep

from

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

asked Rosita to master the basic posture and a few

day to explaining the instrument's history and the basics of the mandolin as

Rosita to stay

she returned to Lunar Heights Estate, she headed straight upstairs for a long

into a silk slip dress and strolled down to her private home theater, feeling