Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 585

When little Nina woke up, Briony was already on the phone.

She stood by the window, her back to the bed.

Nina watched her mother quietly. She knew Mom was busy, but her mouth felt dry and she wanted a drink.

"Mom..."

At the sound of her voice, Briony turned, but just then the hospital room door swung open and a figure dressed in black hurried in, reaching Nina's bedside before Briony could.

"What does little Nina need?"

Briony paused in her tracks.

With Blair shrouded head to toe in black—a dark hat pulled low and a mask covering all but his eyes-any child would normally shrink away in fear.

But for some reason, little Nina always felt safe around Blair.

"Mr. Monroe, I'm thirsty, could I have some water?"

Blair's voice softened. "Of course. Just stay still, I'll get you some."

"Thank you, Mr. Monroe," Nina replied, her voice as gentle as a whisper. Curled

up in bed, she looked so fragile it made your heart ache.

Blair reached out to touch her cheek, then turned to fetch water, only to find himself meeting Briony's gaze unexpectedly.

nervousness flashing

one woke

IV," he explained, his voice deep and rough, sounding nothing like the man she'd

expression didn't change; she gave a faint smile. "I

a moment. Was he

Monroe!" Nina called again, her

"Water, please?"

grabbed the pink children's thermos from the table, unscrewed the lid, and lowered the bed rail. With gentle hands,

slowly, don't rush or

her bright eyes

gazed at her, unable to hide the fondness in his

Nina back, tucking the

Nina. That's the

I promise." After a moment, she looked up at him.

caught

"I have another call to make.

turned to look at

his

that alright?"

bobbing with the effort to answer.

the bed, brushing her

had gone

softly, “I'll be back

Blair will stay with