Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Stewart was gone all day, and by the time he returned, night had already fallen.

The nurse was waiting outside the bedroom door. When she saw Stewart come back, she stood up at once. "Ms. Kensington woke up for a little while this afternoon. Dr. Clarke came by to check on her, but she fell asleep again not long after."

Stewart pressed his fingers to his brow, weary. "Thank you. I'll stay with her now, you go get some rest. If I need anything, I'll call you."

"Of course."

Lately, Stewart had spent every night at Briony's side.

The bedroom was quiet, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the lamp.

Stewart sat down by the bed.

A pool of warm, amber light spilled across Briony's face.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing barely audible.

Stewart reached out and gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips.

Even in sleep, she frowned a little, as if uneasy.

He drew his hand back, unwilling to disturb her.

That night, Briony remained deep in her peaceful slumber.

stayed beside her, alone in the hush, watching over her until the first pale glow of dawn

Morning came.

rubbed his forehead, stood, and quietly left the

the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two cups of

didn't sleep at all last night, did you?" Cedric asked, settling onto the sofa across from him and taking a sip of his own

the mug in his hands. The fatigue of a sleepless night shadowed his features, but his gaze remained alert,

the results?" he

his cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I

Stewart's tone was clipped, his expression grave. "What I need from you is a promise that the surgery will be

a sharp laugh.

not fair! No matter

have in me, even with

a bone marrow transplant will

time."

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his head, rubbing his brow.

trust me, I'll do everything I can. After that, it's

low and steady. "For the sake of our

worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are

his eyes and

three in the afternoon, the donor's test results came