Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 585

When little Nina woke up, Briony was already on the phone.

She stood by the window, her back to the bed.

Nina watched her mother quietly. She knew Mom was busy, but her mouth felt dry and she wanted a drink.

“Mom…”

At the sound of her voice, Briony turned, but just then the hospital room door swung open and a figure dressed in black hurried in, reaching Nina’s bedside before Briony could.

“What does little Nina need?”

Briony paused in her tracks.

With Blair shrouded head to toe in black—a dark hat pulled low and a mask covering all but his eyes—any child would normally shrink away in fear.

But for some reason, little Nina always felt safe around Blair.

“Mr. Monroe, I’m thirsty, could I have some water?”

Blair’s voice softened. “Of course. Just stay still, I’ll get you some.”

“Thank you, Mr. Monroe,” Nina replied, her voice as gentle as a whisper. Curled up in bed, she looked so fragile it made your heart ache.

Blair reached out to touch her cheek, then turned to fetch water, only to find himself meeting Briony’s gaze unexpectedly.

He stopped, a flicker of nervousness flashing in his dark eyes.

“I saw you were busy. Since your little one woke up, I was worried she might tug at the IV,” he explained, his voice deep and rough, sounding nothing like the man she’d known.

Briony’s expression didn’t change; she gave a faint smile. “I understand.”

Blair was surprised for a moment. Was he just being paranoid? He’d half expected suspicion.

“Mr. Monroe!” Nina called again, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“Water, please?”

“Coming right up,” Blair replied. He grabbed the pink children’s thermos from the table, unscrewed the lid, and lowered the bed rail. With gentle hands, he propped Nina up so she was half-reclining, then held the straw to her lips.

“Drink slowly, don’t rush or you’ll choke.”