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.

back,

night, Briony remained deep in

watching over her until the first

Morning came.

rubbed his forehead, stood,

sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two cups

you?" Cedric asked, settling onto the

his hands. The fatigue of a sleepless night shadowed his features, but his gaze remained alert, every nerve strung

the results?" he asked

table and looking Stewart over.

"What I need from you is a promise

how much faith you have in me, even with all

head, rubbing his brow.

I can. After that, it's up

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

etched deep in Stewart's face and figured he was anxious about the operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good. Plus, with

his eyes

afternoon, the donor's test results