Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 258

Briony rested her hand on her belly, a gentle warmth blossoming in her heart.

She didn’t hope for her child to be especially gifted—just healthy and safe. That would be enough.

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Stewart drove himself back to Southcreek Manor. After picking up Irwin, he headed straight for Lunar Heights Estate.

Inside the car, Irwin sat in the backseat and asked, “Dad, we’re just having dinner with Mom Rosita, right?”

“That’s right,” Stewart replied.

“So I don’t have to sleep over there tonight, do I?”

At this, Stewart glanced up, catching Irwin’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “That’s up to you. If you want to stay the night, you can.”

“I don’t want to!” Irwin pouted. “Mom Rosita doesn’t know how to cook, and she never reads me bedtime stories. Plus, I always have nightmares when I sleep there.”

“Alright,” Stewart said, “I’ll bring you back to Southcreek Manor after dinner.”

Irwin’s face instantly lit up. “Thank you, Dad! You’re the best!”

A faint smile tugged at Stewart’s lips.

Ten minutes later, the sleek black Maybach pulled into the driveway at Lunar Heights Estate.

Hearing the car, Rosita hurried out of the house.

“Irwin!”

Irwin had just stepped out when he heard her call. His small frame stiffened instinctively.

He couldn’t help but remember the last time Rosita had lost her temper with him.

“I want Dad,” Irwin whispered, edging behind Stewart and clutching the back of his suit jacket with both hands. “Dad, hold me.”

Without hesitation, Stewart scooped Irwin up into his arms.

Rosita paused, momentarily taken aback.