Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 492

Little Mario and Stewart exchanged glances and smiled, neither of them bothering to argue with the little girl.

“That’s right. Our Little Nina is the big sister,” Stewart soothed his daughter, “From now on, Mario should listen to his sister, and he needs to look out for her, too.”

“I will!” Little Mario promised, his small face serious. Maybe it was the time he’d spent with Stewart, but lately, you could see more and more of Stewart’s expression in the boy’s eyes.

Little Nina wasn’t having it. “Mario’s the timid one! I’m the brave one. I should be the one protecting him!”

Stewart couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, you can protect Mario.”

Then Little Nina piped up again, “Daddy, can Mario go to the same preschool as me? That way I can see him all the time. If other kids try to pick on him, I’ll be there to protect him!”

She was such a little chatterbox, always saying whatever came to mind.

Stewart cherished these moments with his children, but he hadn’t forgotten the time. It was getting late, and the kids needed to sleep.

“There’ll be a chance for that in the future,” he said, ruffling his daughter’s hair. “Right now, it’s bedtime. I’ll go find a storybook. Both of you, under the covers.”

“Okay!”

Little Nina nodded enthusiastically and rolled over, settling into a comfortable spot.

Little Mario lay down as well.

Stewart went to his study to grab a book and came back to find the two little ones lying neatly in bed, with just enough space between them for him.

He smiled, kicked off his shoes, and half-reclined right between his children.

Both kids rolled over in perfect sync, their tiny hands and feet draped across his legs.

They closed their eyes, clearly ready for his bedtime story.

Stewart’s throat tightened. He steadied himself, opened the storybook, and began to read in a low, gentle voice—

“Once upon a time, deep in a wild old forest, there lived a pair of silly little rabbit sisters…”

…

It was late, and Briony lay alone in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Of course she couldn’t sleep without Little Nina beside her. It was inevitable—insomnia.

Her therapist said this was something she needed to work through on her own.