Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He even remembered something Briony had said to him before—

[Stewart, you can't even tell if your daughter is throwing a tantrum or just being playful with you.]

So, was his little girl being playful now?

Stewart honestly wasn't sure.

But he knew he had to try to understand her.

That was what being a father meant.

Looking at his porcelain-doll of a daughter, Stewart softened his voice.

"Sweetheart, can Daddy have a hug?"

Little Nina blinked at him, absolutely certain her dad had no clue how to coax a child.

But that was okay-if her dad didn't know, she'd just have to teach him!

"Daddy, if you want a hug, you're supposed to tell me I'm cute first."

Stewart took the lesson seriously. "You're the cutest girl in the world. Now, can Daddy have a hug?"

"Of course!" Little Nina spread her arms wide, generous as ever.

A flicker of surprise lit up Stewart's dark eyes. Was this really all it took to make her happy?

and pulled his daughter onto his

Nina settled in, her tiny nose twitching. Was

remedies for their patients— this scent was a little like that, wasn't

taking medicine?"

sharp. He kept his composure and made up

Nina knew grown-ups took medicine when they were

it. Her eyes darted around before she asked, "Daddy, can you take me to preschool

do you suddenly want me to take you

day. I'm not jealous, but I told her my daddy is way more handsome than hers. She didn't believe me—she

pressed his lips together, thinking for a moment.

a godfather is a godfather, and a daddy is a daddy. Even the little kids at preschool know

Stewart: "..."

"Please, Daddy? Just once?"

to show up at such public places with his children. The weekend was already

really busy right now, sweetheart Except for weekends, I don't have much free time." Stewart looked into Little Nina's eyes. "But if you wait

ve

Daddy finishes his work, I'll take you to preschool myself. How does

Nina looked a little disappointed, but she didn't throw a

a very reasonable kid!" she comforted herself. "If Daddy's busy, I can wait. But don't forget, Daddy—I'II only be in preschool for three

melted; his nose

did he deserve