Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 652

Stella couldn't help but chime in, "It's a shame, really. Our Bryn has finally moved on-she's not looking back."

Cedric Clarke raised his hands. "Hey, I didn't say anything!"

"You'd better not," Stella shot back, her tone firm. "Because I am a hundred percent on Bryn's side, just so you know."

Cedric tried to reason with her. "You women always tell your friends to leave, never to make up. Us guys are different. There's a kid involved—"

"Stop right there!" Stella cut him off, putting up a hand as if to block his words. "Cedric Clarke, let's change the subject, okay?"

Cedric pressed his lips together, watching Stella. There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Glancing at her watch, Stella asked, "So, when will Bryn be moved out of the ICU?"

"Not so soon. She needs to be monitored there for another twenty-four hours."

"Alright, I'll head back to Skybreeze Retreat and pick up some things for her." She waved at Cedric, already halfway out the door. "See you."

no rush! You've been out all day-why not go home and see your son? He probably needs his

just turned one—it's about time he

Cedric was left speechless.

Briony's condition finally stabilized, and

to The Clarke Group-Cedric Clarke was

for Briony to receive

but also to Stewart's own connections. The

feature was the exclusive,

stayed in charming, stand-alone cottages, with plenty of room for family to stay over. Each had its own little garden, lush and carefully

sterile emergency room if anything took a turn for

moved into her cottage. When she finally woke, Stewart was right there

face hidden in the crook of his elbow. The side of his face that showed was as sharp and handsome as ever, though

put-together, no matter the circumstances. Even when he'd been seriously ill, he'd never let himself look the slightest bito disheveled-apart from being a little thinner,

of man

he were on

was-hair tousled, shirt rumpled,

the