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.

hand back, unwilling

deep in

in the hush, watching over her until the

Morning came.

his forehead, stood, and

on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two cups of black coffee and

settling onto the

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

will we get the

down on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit, I'm curious-what did the donor

your concern." Stewart's tone was clipped, his expression grave. "What I need

me, even with all my experience, I can't guarantee a bone

rubbing his brow.

I'll do everything I can. After

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

worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good. Plus, with Dr. Ellsworth overseeing everything, I'm confident Briony

his eyes

three in the afternoon, the donor's