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.

drew his hand back, unwilling to disturb

remained deep in her peaceful

beside her, alone in the hush, watching over her until the first pale

Morning came.

rubbed his forehead, stood, and

the director's office, Stewart sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed

sleep at all last night, did you?" Cedric asked, settling onto the sofa across from him and taking a

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

we get the results?"

today," Cedric replied, setting his cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit, I'm curious-what

I need from you is a promise that the surgery

you have in me, even with all my experience, I can't guarantee a bone marrow transplant will succeed a

head, rubbing

everything I can. After that, it's up

steady. "For the sake of our

he was anxious about the operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health

his eyes and

the