Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 195

Lunar Heights Estate

Rosita had just been discharged from the hospital, with Quentin’s blessing, to help prepare for the wedding.

For the past few days, Lauren had also been staying at Lunar Heights Estate, lending a hand with Irwin and helping with the wedding arrangements.

The last time Rosita’s condition took a turn for the worse, Quentin had spent a fortune flying overseas to get a miracle drug worth millions. It was that treatment that had pulled Rosita back from the brink of death.

Since then, Rosita’s recovery was obvious—her energy had improved, and a healthy flush had returned to her cheeks.

Stewart was away on a business trip this week, but Rosita still insisted on calling him via video chat at the same time every day.

With her memory in shambles and her battle with brain cancer, Stewart usually just went along with whatever she wanted. But when work got busy, he couldn’t always answer her calls.

Not that it bothered Rosita—she actually enjoyed checking in on him like this.

Today, the wedding planners delivered samples of wedding sweets and pastries, and Rosita wanted Stewart’s input on which ones to choose.

She tried video calling him again, but this time, Stewart didn’t pick up.

She called three times in a row, and each time, there was no answer.

Just as she was about to try again, Lauren reached over and gently pressed her hand down.

Rosita paused, glancing up at her. “Mom, what are you doing?”

“Rosita, you can’t push a man this hard.”

Lauren’s brow was furrowed, her tone stern. “Stewart is a very assertive man. You can’t take his love for granted and act however you please.”

Rosita frowned. “I just want him to be involved in every detail of the wedding.”

“He has his own career, you know,” Lauren said. “Men need to save face out in the world. If you keep checking up on him like this, what do you think people will say about him?”

Rosita pressed her lips together, her brows pinched with frustration.

Lauren patted her hand, her voice softening. “You have to keep your cool. The wedding’s less than a month away—now, more than ever, you need to stay calm. Trust me, I’ve been through this. The key to handling a man is to be accommodating—sometimes, you have to take a step back to get what you want.”

“Irwin,” she said, sitting down beside him and lowering her voice confidentially, “it’s been four days since you last saw your mom, hasn’t it?”

Irwin’s hands stilled over the puzzle. “Actually, today makes it five.”

“Are you sad?”

“Of course I am.”

Irwin set down a puzzle piece, his voice heavy with disappointment. “Dad and Mom had a fight overseas. On the flight home, Dad told me from now on I should call Mom ‘Ms. Briony’ when I see her.”

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Lauren’s eyes. “Your dad just wants what’s best for you, you know.”

“That’s not true! Mom’s gone!” Irwin huffed. “Dad’s hopeless when it comes to talking. Mom says so much, and all he does is mumble one or two words—doesn’t know how to make anyone feel better. He made Mom so mad she left, and he wouldn’t even let me go after her!”

The more he remembered, the more upset he became. That day’s scene still made him want to cry.

Since then, every night, he’d dreamed of his mom—cradling a new baby, gentle and loving to her little one.