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.

over her until the first pale glow of dawn

Morning came.

stood, and

Cedric Clarke brewed two

all last night, did you?" Cedric asked, settling onto the sofa across from him and taking a sip of

night shadowed his features, but his gaze

the

today," Cedric replied, setting his cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit, I'm curious-what did the donor ask

was clipped, his expression grave. "What I need

a sharp

not fair! No

you have in me, even

a bone marrow

time."

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bowed his head, rubbing his

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

and steady. "For the sake of our child, I believe she'll pull

etched deep in Stewart's face and figured he was anxious about the operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health checks out,

lowered his eyes and murmured

afternoon, the donor's test results came