Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 703

He sighed. “As long as you’re here with me, Daddy won’t be sad.”

Little Mario stared at Stewart, deep in thought.

All at once, an idea struck him. He turned to Little Nina and announced, “When Daddy’s sad, he cries too—but only at night, after everyone’s asleep. He sneaks out tears when he thinks nobody can see—mph!”

Stewart quickly covered his son’s mouth, looking both helpless and amused. “Alright, that’s enough. It’s late. No more talking—lie down, both of you. Daddy will read you a bedtime story.”

The kids obediently snuggled under their blankets.

Stewart switched off the overhead light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

He picked up the storybook, his deep voice resonating in the quiet room—

“Once upon a time, there was a little field mouse. She was the fastest digger in her whole family…”

…

Briony emerged from the shower to find several missed video calls on her phone.

She checked the timestamps—right at nine o’clock.

It was already half-past nine now.

She’d spent a while drying her hair after her shower, so time had gotten away from her.

By now, the children were surely asleep.

Briony hesitated, then called Marlene’s cell.

Marlene answered, “Mr. Wentworth took the kids upstairs to bed at nine sharp. You called a little late, I’m afraid.”

Briony nodded, letting it go.

But Marlene continued, “Although, Mr. Wentworth didn’t seem in the best of moods tonight.”

Briony frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just… he seemed off,” Marlene whispered. “Now that the kids are asleep, he’s out in the backyard by himself. I checked the security camera—he’s crouched by the fish pond, feeding the koi. At the rate he’s going, he’s going to overfeed them.”

Briony exhaled. “Those koi were a gift from James,” she said with a sigh. “Go stop him before he feeds them to death.”

“Will do!”

Marlene hung up and headed outside.

It wasn’t her place, not with Mr. Wentworth’s status.

Besides, it was clear to her that Stewart still cared for Briony.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so unsettled when he learned Briony and Maynard were staying overnight at Westerhaven.

But what right did he have to be unsettled?

They were divorced. Stewart had remarried. Even if he was only seeing Briony for the children’s sake, he needed to know his boundaries.

Marlene was protective of Briony, cared for her like her own daughter. She couldn’t bear to see Briony maligned because of Stewart’s lack of discretion.

But, ultimately, she was only the housekeeper.

She couldn’t say more.

Instead, she said, “Mr. Wentworth, you should get some rest. The children have preschool tomorrow. Could you take them on your way?”

Stewart nodded. “Of course.”