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

deep in her

the hush, watching over her until the

Morning came.

forehead, stood, and quietly

Clarke brewed

onto the sofa across from him and taking a sip

fatigue of a sleepless night shadowed his features, but his gaze remained alert,

will we get the results?" he asked

coffee table and looking

his expression grave. "What I need from you is a promise that the surgery

much faith you have in me, even with all my experience, I can't guarantee a

his head, rubbing his

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

the sake

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

simply lowered his eyes and

the donor's test results