Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony dialed Stewart's number.

She wanted him to come pick up Irwin.

But Stewart didn't answer.

He was obviously ignoring her on purpose.

Frustration welled up inside Briony, her expression turning cold.

Irwin looked at her, eyes rimmed red. He choked up and said, "Mom, am I bothering you? If you don't want me around anymore, I can just leave..."

Tears began to spill down his cheeks.

Briony's heart softened instantly. She pulled him into a gentle hug and soothed him, "Of course I still want you here. I'm just swamped with work these days, and since you're still not feeling well, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of you properly."

"I'm not running a fever anymore," Irwin insisted.

He grabbed Briony's hand and placed it on his forehead. "See, Mom? I'm really not sick now. I'll be good and won't disturb you while you're working. Please don't send me away, okay?"

Whenever Irwin played the sweetheart, Briony was helpless.

She sighed and stroked his still-warm cheek. "Did you finish the soup I made for you?"

"I drank the whole

you

backpack. "And I brought the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought

your bedtime stories, do you? All right, you're still under the weather. Go

"Okay!"

backpack, Irwin scampered

sensible son, Briony felt a pang of

was still just a child. It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with Rosita, he still thought of

shouldn't let herself get upset

all the children's books and educational toys she'd been

Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just bought would be her New Year's

worked late into the night, not finishing until after

the lounge,

and gently lifted the covers. Irwin was

was a limited-edition model, and the price tag was well into the

Rosita had bought it

also trying

didn't affect her, but she knew that Irwin growing closer to Rosita was

or even

was be there for him whenever he