Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 314

"They used to be in the service together," Briony sighed, pressing her lips

together. "Let's not worry about them. I'll go upstairs and change out the linens in the guest room. Can you stay with the kids?"

"Of course."

Carol was always quick on her feet and attentive to details. While Briony was upstairs swapping the sheets, Carol cleared the dinner table without being asked.

By the time Briony came back down, Carol was already in the kitchen, washing up the dishes.

Briony tried to insist that she stop, but Carol just shook her head and kept going. Seeing there was no persuading her, and that it was getting late, Briony gathered little Mario and Little Nina and headed upstairs to get them ready for bed.

Little Mario was just starting to recover from his illness, so Briony didn't dare give him a full bath.

Instead, she warmed up a soft towel and gently wiped him down, then helped him change into a set of Little Nina's pajamas.

The pajamas hung off little Mario's small frame, the sleeves and legs a bit too long.

When Briony was cleaning him up, his ribs stood out starkly beneath his pale skin, and it made her heart ache.

No mother could stand to see such a sweet little boy looking so fragile.

She tucked little Mario into bed, then handed him one of Little Nina's favorite picture books.

He loved picture books, his head bent over the pages, completely absorbed. Briony slipped into the bathroom to give Little Nina a quick bath.

By the time Carol came upstairs, the two little ones were already snuggled up in Briony's bed, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

"I changed the linens, and put fresh toiletries in the bathroom," Briony told Carol quietly. "Little Mario wants to sleep with Little Nina tonight-let's just let him join us."

be too much to handle in

doesn't have a bed rail, but mine does.

a little uneasy, but she didn't

room, and Briony closed the

night, Briony would read Little Nina a

busy, James or even Gwendolyn White would take

Little Nina piped up suddenly, "can you sleep in the middle tonight?"

want to cuddle with you-and so

glanced at

eyes as a flush crept

help but smile

bed between the two kids, wrapping an arm

right, no story tonight.

cheered. "You sing the prettiest lullabies! Little Mario, you're

gazed at Briony, his

light and began to hum

gentle voice drifted through the

children nestled close, rubbing their eyes

breathing

tiny bodies in her arms

and she hugged little Mario just a little

the warmth of these children, she found herself mourning the baby

summer in the old town, and the night air was

stately townhouse, beneath the spreading branches of an ancient oak, a granite table-beautifully carved by hand-was set

the pot, filling the air with the rich aroma of

cups for the two

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