Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 770

It rained during the night, and the air was now filled with the fresh scent of flowers and grass. Morning light filtered through the curtains as birds chirped merrily on the tree branches outside. Little Nina rolled over, and a small foot shot out, kicking the man squarely on his high-bridged nose—

A muffled grunt escaped Stewart’s lips as he clutched his nose, his brows knitting together as he opened his eyes. The little girl woke up too but didn’t realize she had just kicked someone. She was completely lost in the joy of waking up to see her father.

“Daddy~” Little Nina crawled over, pressing her small face close to Stewart’s. Her beautiful big eyes blinked. “Good morning~”

What father could possibly resist such a sight? A broken nose would have been worth it. He reached out and ruffled his daughter’s messy bedhead. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Daddy, why were you holding your nose just now?” Little Nina tilted her head. “Did Mario secretly fart?”

Mario, who was just waking up, heard his sister slandering him. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and glared at her with a frown. “Little Nina, I did not fart.”

“Oh, if it wasn’t you, then it wasn’t me either!” Little Nina said, her eyes darting to Stewart.

Stewart said, “…It wasn’t Daddy either.”

“Then it must be…” Little Nina turned to look at the other side. “Huh? Mommy’s not here! So it wasn’t Mommy either!”

Stewart paused, only then noticing that a pillow had taken Briony’s place. He sat up and checked the time. It wasn’t even seven-thirty. Briony was up early. The two children were still arguing over who had let one rip and made their father hold his nose.

“Mario, good kids don’t lie. If you did it, you have to admit it.”

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