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.

his hand back, unwilling to disturb

deep in her

beside her, alone in the hush, watching over her until the first pale glow of dawn pushed back

Morning came.

forehead, stood,

sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two cups of black coffee and handed one to

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

the mug in his hands. The fatigue of a sleepless night shadowed his features, but his gaze remained alert,

will we get the

Cedric replied, setting his cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit,

his expression grave. "What I need from you is a promise that the

have in me, even with all my experience, I

head, rubbing his brow.

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

low and steady. "For the sake of our child, I believe

"As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good.

eyes and murmured

in the afternoon, the