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?"

Isn't that just how it goes

at him, his

his voice at Irwin for the first time. The next day, after he'd calmed

when he came home, he'd brought Irwin a small gift, planning

to him first, apologized, and promised that

thoughtfulness only made

that Irwin had found the courage to

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

after Briony had

Vel

could never take the place of a mother. Deep down, Irwin still longed for

completeness...

his eyes,

he thought he could almost hear

the ultrasound. That little

I'll buy her all

it's

to be

can do something great with his

there's no way back for me... Please, take care of

into a tight line; his breaths came hard

him, worry etched on his small face.

to

with himself for a

speaking. "If I

Ms.