Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 653

Briony didn’t have much of an appetite. She shook her head.

Stewart gazed at her pale, thin face, a pang of concern tightening his chest. He knew she was unwell and couldn’t force her to eat.

He had taken it upon himself to look after her. Once the nurse refreshed her IV and offered a few instructions, she left them alone.

The hospital room was quiet.

Stewart sat at the edge of her bed, silently watching over Briony.

His unwavering gaze made her feel a little uneasy.

The atmosphere grew awkward.

Briony cleared her throat. “How long was I asleep?”

Stewart settled in the chair beside her, his expression gentle. “You slept for a whole day and night.”

She tried again, “The kids—did they give you any trouble?”

“Not at all. They’ve been angels. I video-called them and explained that you’d be busy with work for a few days and wouldn’t be home. They even reminded me to make sure you ate.”

A warm feeling blossomed in Briony’s chest.

The children really were little angels—so thoughtful it almost broke her heart.

She glanced around, noticing this room felt different from a typical hospital room.

“Which hospital is this?”

“This is Clarke Memorial,” Stewart replied. “Cedric Clarke arranged it. You need peace and quiet to recover. Here you’ll have private care and state-of-the-art equipment. You can focus on getting better.”

Briony nodded.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, neither saying a word.

They’d made their peace, agreed to co-parent with civility. But as her ex-husband, Briony felt Stewart didn’t owe her this much care.

“Have you been here the entire time?”

He nodded. “You’re still sick. I couldn’t leave.”

“There are doctors and nurses here. You really don’t need to be by my side every minute.” Her tone was gentle. “I’m not trying to chase you away—I just don’t want to trouble you. You must have your own things to take care of…”

He shook his head, voice earnest, almost urgent, as if he was afraid she wouldn’t believe him. “You know everything about my work now. The assignment’s done. I’m free. Bryn, you don’t have to worry. No one’s going to hurt you or the kids ever again.”

She blinked in surprise. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then… are you uncomfortable with me staying here?” Stewart studied her, searching her face.