Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Once inside, she realized Stewart wasn't downstairs.

"Irwin, go up to your room and start your homework."

"Okay." Irwin trudged up the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly in a foul mood.

Jeannie, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. She hurried back to her room to touch up her makeup and spritzed herself with perfume before stepping out again.

As she left her room, Stewart emerged from his study at the same moment.

"Mr. Wentworth," Jeannie called, walking over with a bright smile. "Just finished working?"

The moment she approached, a wave of overpowering floral fragrance hit him.

Stewart's eyebrows knit together, and his voice stayed cool. "Where's Irwin?" Jeannie answered sweetly, "He's in his room, working on his homework!" Without another word, Stewart headed straight for Irwin's room.

Jeannie, unwilling to give up so easily, trailed behind.

Stewart paused outside Irwin's door, glancing back at her. "I haven't had dinner yet. Could you go downstairs and make me some pasta? Something light."

"Of course!" Jeannie replied, her heart fluttering as she turned and hurried down the stairs.

Stewart watched her go, his gaze growing distant and troubled.

Then he opened the door and stepped inside.

He

"Irwin?"

crossed the room and gently patted his

and scrambled

his eyes narrowing slightly. "Did something happen? Is someone giving you a hard

darted

wrong, you have to

looked up at Stewart, voice barely above a whisper. "Dad, will you always treat

Stewart said, ruffling Irwin's hair with his big hand.

a smile. "Just wondered, that's all.

sat down beside him. "Which

and pointed vaguely

Stewart began explaining the

kept getting distracted, clearly not himself. Stewart noticed, but chose not

up

to stay with Irwin, then went downstairs to

all she could

plated bowl of

for a moment,

dialed Carl. "I need you to look into Irwin's situation