Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 529

You don’t actually have to show up in person to change your household registration.

But Stewart said he’d help the kids get their ID cards while he was at it, so Briony didn’t argue.

By the time all the paperwork was finished, it was already three thirty in the afternoon.

Little Nina piped up, suggesting the whole family go out for some KFC. Stewart didn’t answer right away—he just looked over at Briony.

Briony was about to refuse when she felt a small hand slip into hers. She glanced down and met little Mario’s dark, earnest eyes.

“Mama, can we all go together?”

“Yeah, Mom, just this once, please?” Little Nina scurried over, grabbing Briony’s other hand. “Dad said he’s going overseas for work soon, and it might be a really, really long time before he can come see us again.”

Briony lifted her eyes to Stewart.

He’d been watching her the whole time.

As if afraid she’d get the wrong idea, he hurried to explain, “I only told them I’d be working in another country. I swear, I had no idea about the KFC thing.”

Briony pressed her lips together.

“Mama,” Little Nina pleaded, swinging Briony’s arm, “please?”

With both her hands held tight by her children, Briony couldn’t bring herself to let them down.

She gave in with a gentle sigh. “Alright.”

Stewart’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

Briony glanced at him, her face unreadable. “Let’s go.”

Snapping back to himself, Stewart pulled out his phone. “Hang on, let me check where the nearest KFC is…”

“There’s one at the mall downtown,” Briony said. “It’s less than a ten-minute drive.”

“Great.” Stewart put his phone away, watching her carefully. “Should we all go in one car?”

Briony hesitated, then asked, “You didn’t drive?”

Little Nina’s eyes went wide when she spotted the sundaes. “Can I have this?”

Her chubby little finger pointed at the picture, her face full of hope as she looked up at Stewart.

Little Mario leaned in for a peek, then looked up too. “Dad, I want one as well.”

Stewart blinked, a bit thrown, and turned instinctively to Briony. “Is it okay if they have sundaes?”

Two adults, two kids—six eyes in total—all fixed on Briony.

She hesitated.

Sundaes were sweet and cold, hardly ideal for kids with delicate stomachs. Because Nina and Mario had been born premature, Briony had always been strict about what they ate.

But then she thought—this might be their first, and maybe their last, time eating KFC together with Stewart.

If Stewart really did have to leave, she wanted the kids to remember this meal as nothing but sweet and warm, with no regrets.