Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 355

Her daughter's tiny fists rained down on him, light as falling raindrops—nothing that could possibly hurt.

Yet to Stewart, every little punch landed squarely on his heart.

He stared at his daughter in stunned silence, his grip on Briony's hand loosening bit by bit.

The forceful air he'd carried just moments ago had vanished completely.

Briony gently pulled her hand free and bent to scoop Little Nina into her arms.

Holding her daughter close, her voice gentle and soothing, Briony whispered, "Don't worry, Little Nina. Mommy's okay."

Little Nina threw her arms tightly around Briony's neck, glaring fiercely at Stewart with all the indignation a four-year-old could muster. "A real gentleman never bullies a lady. Shame on you!"

Stewart watched his daughter, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

He wanted to say something, to comfort her somehow, but Little Nina had already buried her angry face into the crook of Briony's neck.

"Mommy, I don't like him!" she declared, her voice trembling with both outrage and the threat of tears.

Briony's heart ached.

Little Nina was usually so cheerful, so optimistic, but she was only four. Watching her parents argue—seeing things escalate—must have been terrifying for her.

Briony couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt for letting her temper get the better of her and scaring her child.

She stroked her daughter's back tenderly, fixing Stewart with a cold stare. "You should leave. Don't come to Skybreeze Retreat again."

Stewart pressed his lips together, his dark eyes locked on Briony.

After a moment, he gave a low, defeated reply. "Alright."

Briony turned away, carrying her daughter inside.

Little Mario stood frozen at the doorway.

As Briony passed, she spoke softly to him, "Little Mario, it's getting late. Let's go upstairs and get ready for bed."

Little Mario nodded, glancing back at Stewart before hurrying after Briony.

Stewart watched his son's small figure retreat, his fists clenching helplessly at his sides.

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That night, Little Mario slept with Briony and Little Nina again.

Just like last time, Briony lay in the middle, an arm wrapped gently around each child.

Tonight, she read them a bedtime story.

The two little ones listened, captivated.

When she finished, Briony turned off the lamp. "Alright now, close your eyes and go to sleep."

"Mommy, let me sing the lullaby tonight!" Little Nina piped up, all traces of the earlier scene forgotten. Children, after all, have short memories.

Now she was determined to fulfill her big-sisterly duties by singing her brother to sleep.

Briony smiled. "Alright, tonight you can sing the lullaby for your brother."

Little Mario clapped his hands in delight.

Briony hugged him a little closer. He'd become much more outgoing lately—especially after their recent time together. It was a wonderful change.

In the dim room, Little Nina's sweet, childish voice floated through the air.

She only got through a few lines before nodding off herself.