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 to disturb

night, Briony remained deep in her

in the hush, watching over her until the first pale glow

Morning came.

forehead, stood, and quietly

office, Stewart sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two

asked, settling onto the sofa

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

we get the

cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart

"What I need from

No matter how much faith you have in me, even with all my experience, I can't guarantee a

his head, rubbing his brow.

I can.

and steady. "For the sake

"As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good. Plus, with Dr. Ellsworth overseeing everything,

simply lowered his eyes and murmured a quiet

three in the afternoon, the donor's test results came