Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 379

At eight-thirty that evening, Stewart returned to Sunset Ridge Villas.

Irwin had just finished his homework. Hearing the familiar sound of the car in the driveway, he looked up at Jeannie and asked, "I think Dad's home, isn't he?"

"That's right." Jeannie smiled, ruffling his hair. "Let's go down and say hi to your father."

"Okay!"

As Irwin and Jeannie made their way downstairs, Stewart was already settled on the sofa.

"Dad!" Irwin dashed over to him.

Stewart paused in the middle of rubbing his temples, then looked up at Irwin and offered a faint smile. "Done with your homework?"

"Yep!" Irwin frowned with concern. "Dad, is something wrong? Did work tire you out again?"

"I'm fine." Stewart patted the seat next to him. "Come sit with me for a while."

Irwin nodded and took a seat beside his father.

Jeannie walked over, her voice warm with cheer. "Mr. Wentworth, I made some nourishing soup in the kitchen. I'll bring some out for you and Irwin to have before bed."

Stewart pinched the bridge of his nose again and gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

Jeannie turned and headed to the kitchen, humming contentedly to herself.

"Dad, when are Mom Bryn and my little sister coming home?" Irwin asked.

Stewart looked at him, reached out to gently stroke his hair, but didn't answer the question. Instead, he asked, "Did you get tired doing your homework?"

just how it

him, his

Rosita-Stewart had raised his voice at Irwin for the first time. The next day, after he'd

he'd brought Irwin a

Irwin had come to him first, apologized, and promised that

made Stewart

the courage to apologize largely thanks to Jeannie's

was also painfully aware of Irwin's lack of security; his son was a

after Briony had left.

Vel

mother. Deep down, Irwin still longed for the wholeness of a family-both parents there, caring for him

kind of completeness... could it ever

his eyes, wrestling with

he could almost hear

Rosita's pregnant. Look, here's the ultrasound. That little shape is mine and

I'll buy her all kinds

If it's a boy, I'll

he learns to

so he can do something great

Please, take care of Rosita and the baby for

open. His lips pressed into a tight line; his breaths came hard and

on his small face. "Dad, are

to look

with himself

before speaking. "If

Ms.