Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 471

"Can I see your room, Mario?" Nina asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.

Mario nodded. "Sure."

Carol smiled at the two of them. "Come on, I'll take you upstairs."

Hand in hand, Mario and Nina followed Carol up the staircase, giggling softly as they went.

Briony picked up the clothes she'd brought and was about to head after them when Lorna's voice stopped her.

"Ms. Kensington, could we have a word?"

Briony paused, turning to look at Lorna.

"Ms. Kensington, Mario is a bright, thoughtful child. I hope you won't let your own possessiveness hold him back from growing up the way he should."

A cool, measured smile flickered on Briony's lips. "If we're talking about possessiveness, Ms. Riley, you seem far more invested than I am."

Lorna's brow furrowed.

"I've already made everything clear to Stewart," Briony continued, her tone even. "If you think I'm out of line, take it up with him. From now on, Ms. Riley, you don't need to pretend we're getting along for appearances. I have no interest in your man, and you don't need to try and take my son."

With that, Briony turned away and started up the stairs, ignoring Lorna's tight- lipped silence.

Upstairs, laughter and playful shrieks drifted from the children's bedroom next to the master suite.

the open door, watching his two children with a gentle gaze. Nina bounced on Mario's little bed. "Do you sleep

reads you

"Dad does."

all the time. Are his stories any good? Isn't his voice too stiff? How

earnest. "Dad has a nice

scrunched up her nose, trying to imagine Stewart reading a story, but she just

pouted. "I never had a dad. Not even when I

looked at her, sensing her sadness. “I didn't have a mom when I

always say kids without a mom don't get to drink real milk! Maybe that's why you're smaller than

milk!" Mario

Nina argued. "I had my mom's

Mario was left speechless.

door, overhearing her daughter's words, stifling a laugh mixed with

glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and stepped

like to take Mario with

Their eyes met.

the shopping bags in her hands. "Those for

inside, she added, "I'll leave the toys here. If you throw them out, I'll just buy

together, almost sighing. "He hardly has time to play with them

much point in continuing this conversation. Their perspectives had never really

to know, in my own way,

taken aback, his dark