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,

remained deep in her

over her

Morning came.

forehead, stood, and

the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed

asked, settling onto the sofa across from him and taking a sip of

the mug in his hands. The fatigue of a sleepless night

the results?" he asked

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

not your concern." Stewart's tone was clipped, his expression grave. "What I need from you is a promise that the surgery will

fair! No matter how much faith you have in me,

bowed his head, rubbing his brow.

trust me, I'll do everything I can. After that, it's

low and steady. "For the sake of our

saw the worry 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 Dr.

lowered his eyes and

the donor's