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."

back at

his son's small figure retreat, his fists clenching

with Briony and Little Nina

like last time, Briony lay in the middle, an arm wrapped gently

read them

two little

lamp. "Alright now, close your

the lullaby tonight!" Little Nina piped up, all traces of the earlier scene forgotten.

she was determined to fulfill her big-sisterly duties by singing

"Alright, tonight you can sing the lullaby

clapped his hands

him a little closer. He'd become much more outgoing lately-

the dim room, Little Nina's sweet, childish voice

through a few

the

however, was still wide

over, singing a gentle lullaby until Little Mario finally closed

his dreams, it felt as if he saw

held him, humming softly, and he called out to

small voice

then realized he was calling

down, catching Little Mario's peaceful face by the moonlight filtering through

smile curving his lips-he must have been

Briony's heart melted.

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

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

learning the fiddle from Gwendolyn White and could barely eke out

unmusical-learning a song in

seeing this, didn't push her. He just asked Rosita to master the basic posture and a few

another day to explaining the instrument's history and the basics

days, Bill told Rosita to stay home and

Lunar

she slipped into a silk slip dress and strolled down to