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."

Mario nodded, glancing back at Stewart before hurrying

small figure retreat, his fists clenching helplessly at

slept with Briony and Little

in the middle, an arm wrapped gently

she read them a

two little

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

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

big-sisterly duties by singing her brother to

can sing the lullaby for your

his hands

become much more outgoing lately- especially after their recent time

Little Nina's sweet,

a few lines before

the course-Briony was used to

Mario, however, was still wide

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

felt as if

humming softly, and he called

small voice murmured in his

realized he was calling for his

looked down, catching Little Mario's peaceful face by

asleep, a faint smile curving his

Briony's heart melted.

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

son so fragile, so tiny, who'd never

kiss Little Mario's forehead and whispered, "Sleep

from Gwendolyn White and could barely eke out a

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

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

history and the basics

two days, Bill told Rosita to stay home and focus on her

she returned to Lunar Heights Estate, she headed straight

into a silk slip dress and strolled down to