Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 404

Once inside, she realized Stewart wasn't downstairs.

"Irwin, go up to your room and start your homework."

"Okay." Irwin trudged up the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly in a foul mood.

Jeannie, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. She hurried back to her room to touch up her makeup and spritzed herself with perfume before stepping out again.

As she left her room, Stewart emerged from his study at the same moment.

"Mr. Wentworth," Jeannie called, walking over with a bright smile. "Just finished working?"

The moment she approached, a wave of overpowering floral fragrance hit him.

Stewart's eyebrows knit together, and his voice stayed cool. "Where's Irwin?"

Jeannie answered sweetly, "He's in his room, working on his homework!"

Without another word, Stewart headed straight for Irwin's room.

Jeannie, unwilling to give up so easily, trailed behind.

Stewart paused outside Irwin's door, glancing back at her. "I haven't had dinner yet. Could you go downstairs and make me some pasta? Something light."

"Of course!" Jeannie replied, her heart fluttering as she turned and hurried down the stairs.

Stewart watched her go, his gaze growing distant and troubled.

Then he opened the door and stepped inside.

Irwin wasn't doing homework at all. He was slumped over his desk, quietly crying.

"Irwin?"

Stewart crossed the room and gently patted his head. "Why are you crying?"

Irwin jumped, startled, and scrambled to his feet. "I—I'm fine…"

Stewart paused, studying the boy's anxious face, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Did something happen? Is someone giving you a hard time?"

Irwin's gaze darted away. "No… nothing…"

"If something's wrong, you have to tell Dad."

Wiping his tears away with his sleeve, Irwin looked up at Stewart, voice barely above a whisper. "Dad, will you always treat me like this? Just like you do now?"