Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 282

Rosita studied the child in front of her.

His skin was pale, those dark eyes watching her quietly. He couldn’t have been more than three years old, but it was already obvious—this boy was going to grow up handsome.

Still, there was something oddly familiar about him…

Rosita’s gaze drifted to Garry.

He caught her looking, lifted one dark eyebrow. “What are you staring at?”

She smiled a little. “Just trying to see if the little one looks like you.”

Garry’s lips quirked. “He’s still so small. Hard to tell, isn’t it?”

Rosita gave a diplomatic answer. “You two do share the same eyes and brows.”

“People keep saying that,” Garry said with a small laugh, and carried Mario over to the couch.

Little Mario nestled quietly in Garry’s arms. He was a slight child, with a cool, porcelain complexion and hair that, while dark, caught the light with a hint of chestnut.

At that moment, Pandora entered the room, two women trailing behind her, both in their forties.

“Ms. Lockwood, these are the nannies who’ll be looking after Mario,” Pandora announced, her tone formal. “From now on, they’ll be living here to help you raise him.”

Rosita turned to the women, who immediately offered polite curtsies. “Good afternoon, ma’am.”

She returned their greeting with a gentle smile, then glanced back at Pandora. She’d seen Pandora a few times before—Garry’s right hand for years now, competent and attractive enough that Garry rarely traveled without her.

Rosita could never quite believe there was truly nothing between them. But the truth was, she didn’t care how many women Garry had been with, or who they were.

Her relationship with Garry was a transaction, plain and simple. He needed someone to play mother to his child; she needed his power and protection.

And with professional nannies on hand, she wouldn’t even have to care for the child herself. As far as deals went, she wasn’t getting the short end.

Rosita walked over and sat beside Garry, her gaze softening as she looked at the boy. “Mario, I’m your mom now,” she said gently. “From now on, it’ll be you, me, and your dad. We’ll be a real family, all three of us together.”

Mario stared at her in silence.

“He’s sensitive,” Garry murmured. “Don’t feel pressured to make him accept you right away.”

Rosita’s smile faltered. “Sorry. I’ve never looked after a child this young. Maybe I’m just making him nervous.”

Garry shot her a sidelong glance. “You really haven’t spent much time with kids.”

She was taken aback.