HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 416

“Have a good rest, Mr. Daven. I’ll head home now. Good night,” Aseu said as Daven stepped out of the car. 

Daven only nodded. He almost complained that Arsen’s worry had been unnecessary-but during the drive, he had managed to relax. 

The gates opened as Daven entered the main grounds. Two members of the Miller household staff greeted him politely. Until the tension at the office eased, Daven had agreed with Nathan to say there temporarily. Security around the Miller residence had also been tightened. 

“Is my wife and my child still awake?” he asked as he continued walking toward the right wing-the area where they were staying for the time being. It was separate from the main building where Riana and Nathan lived. Sometimes they shared meals in the main house, but tonight, Daven just wanted to get to his rooh. 

“They’re waiting for you to come home, Mr. Daven.” 

“And Mrs. Riana and Mr. Nathan?” 

“Mrs. Riana went to bed early. I believe the incident this afternoon was quite a shock for her.” 

That made sense. 

Daven continued down the corridor, most of it made of glass. It stretched from end to end, its transparent walls making him feel as though he were walking between two worlds-inside, the quiet warmth of the house; outside, a garden spread out like a living painting. 

Soft garden lights glowed gently, never harsh, just enough to outline the neat curves of the natural stone pathways, their surfaces shimmering faintly with night dew. Tall trees stood in measured intervals, their leaves swaying lazily whenever the wind passed through, carrying with it the subtle scent of damp earth and nocturnal blossoms-faint, but soothing. 

At the center of the garden, a fountain reflected golden light, its ripples moving slowly-steady, rhythmic-as if affirming that, in this place, everything was under control. The sound of water barely reached him through the glass, but it was enough to create a sense of calm. Without realizing it, Daven slowed his steps letting his gaze linger on every corner. 

For the first time since midday-since his head had been crowded with shocks and tension-his thoughts began to settle. 

This was where his family was. 

Althea. Josh. Grace. Waiting for him. 

And here, in the Miller family home, Daven felt something he rarely allowed himself to admit: a sense of safety. Acceptance that didn’t demand explanation. As if this place itself was telling him that he wasn’t standing alone on the front line. 

He straightened his shoulders, resolve quietly hardening. Daven klew this calm wasn’t a reason to let his guard down–it was a reason to stand firmer. Whatever lurked out there, whatever dared to reach for his family-including the Miller family-he would not allow it to cross even a single inch into this territory. 

And just as he stepped into the living room of the right wing, a loud voice greeted him. 

“Papa!” 

Josh appeared from the end of the stairs, his hair slightly tousled, dressed in a casual T-shirt and sleep pants. Behind him, Grace ran with shorter steps, nearly tripping over the rug. 

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