Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 491

He even remembered something Briony had said to him before—

[Stewart, you can't even tell if your daughter is throwing a tantrum or just being playful with you.]

So, was his little girl being playful now?

Stewart honestly wasn't sure.

But he knew he had to try to understand her.

That was what being a father meant.

Looking at his porcelain-doll of a daughter, Stewart softened his voice. “Sweetheart, can Daddy have a hug?”

Little Nina blinked at him, absolutely certain her dad had no clue how to coax a child.

But that was okay—if her dad didn't know, she’d just have to teach him!

“Daddy, if you want a hug, you’re supposed to tell me I’m cute first.”

Stewart took the lesson seriously. “You’re the cutest girl in the world. Now, can Daddy have a hug?”

“Of course!” Little Nina spread her arms wide, generous as ever.

A flicker of surprise lit up Stewart’s dark eyes. Was this really all it took to make her happy?

He reached out and pulled his daughter onto his lap.

Little Nina settled in, her tiny nose twitching. Was that a faint smell of medicine on Daddy’s clothes?

The Ellsworth family’s clinic always brewed herbal remedies for their patients—this scent was a little like that, wasn’t it?

“Daddy, are you taking medicine?” she asked.

Stewart hadn’t expected her nose to be so sharp. He kept his composure and made up a gentle lie. “Daddy’s got a sore throat, so I’m taking some medicine to help.”

“Oh.” Little Nina knew grown-ups took medicine when they were sick, so she didn’t think much of it. Her eyes darted around before she asked, “Daddy, can you take me to preschool on Monday?”

Stewart was a bit surprised. “Why do you suddenly want me to take you to preschool?”

“Because Daisy’s dad takes her to preschool every day. I’m not jealous, but I told her my daddy is way more handsome than hers. She didn’t believe me—she even said I didn’t really have a daddy at all!”

Stewart pressed his lips together, thinking for a moment. “But your godfather takes you most days, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, but a godfather is a godfather, and a daddy is a daddy. Even the little kids at preschool know the difference!”