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

remained deep in her

the hush, watching over her until the

Morning came.

forehead, stood,

director's office, Stewart sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two cups of black coffee and

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

sleepless night shadowed his features, but his gaze remained alert, every nerve strung

we get the

coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit, I'm

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

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

rubbing

me, I'll do everything I can. After that,

the sake of

operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good. Plus, with Dr. Ellsworth overseeing everything,

lowered his eyes and murmured a

three in the afternoon, the donor's test results