Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 404

Once inside, she realized Stewart wasn't downstairs.

"Irwin, go up to your room and start your homework."

"Okay." Irwin trudged up the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly in a foul mood.

Jeannie, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. She hurried back to her room to touch up her makeup and spritzed herself with perfume before stepping out again.

As she left her room, Stewart emerged from his study at the same moment.

"Mr. Wentworth," Jeannie called, walking over with a bright smile. "Just finished working?"

The moment she approached, a wave of overpowering floral fragrance hit him.

Stewart's eyebrows knit together, and his voice stayed cool. "Where's Irwin?" Jeannie answered sweetly, "He's in his room, working on his homework!" Without another word, Stewart headed straight for Irwin's room.

Jeannie, unwilling to give up so easily, trailed behind.

Stewart paused outside Irwin's door, glancing back at her. "I haven't had dinner yet. Could you go downstairs and make me some pasta? Something light."

"Of course!" Jeannie replied, her heart fluttering as she turned and hurried down the stairs.

Stewart watched her go, his gaze growing distant and troubled.

the

homework at all. He was

"Irwin?"

room and gently patted his head. "Why

scrambled to

his eyes narrowing slightly. "Did something happen? Is someone giving you

gaze darted away.

wrong, you have to

above a whisper. "Dad, will you always treat me like this?

hair with his big hand. "Why do you ask

forcing a smile. "Just wondered, that's all. I'm okay. The

Stewart sat

and pointed vaguely

Stewart began explaining

Stewart noticed, but chose not

while later, Jeannie came up to call

told her to stay with Irwin,

but all she could do

bowl of pasta, the

for a moment, lost in

his phone and dialed Carl. "I need you to look into Irwin's situation these past

as she waited at a traffic light, a cement mixer with failed brakes slammed into the back of