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.

flicker of nervousness flashing in

your little one woke

voice deep and rough, sounding nothing

gave

he

Monroe!" Nina called again, her

"Water, please?"

lid, and lowered the bed rail. With gentle hands, he propped Nina up so she was half-reclining, then held the straw

don't rush or

bright eyes curving into a crescent-moon smile. "Mr. Monroe, I

at her, unable to hide the fondness in his

back, tucking the covers around

to the doctor, little Nina. That's the

promise." After a moment, she looked up at him. "Mr. Monroe, will you stay with me for

caught off

have another call to make. Blair, could you keep an eye on Nina

turned to

his gaze,

alright?" she

apple bobbing with the effort to answer.

brushing her

had

back soon. Listen to

and Blair will stay