Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 603

Three days later.

Cloudcrest City, Westbrook Old Town. A cozy guesthouse.

Out in the garden, where all kinds of lush green plants and bright flowers flourished, Lucky lay sprawled on the ground, tongue lolling. Sunlight warmed his face, and he squinted contentedly, utterly relaxed.

Little Nina, clutching a child’s makeup kit in one hand and a tiny powder puff in the other, was busy giving Lucky a makeover with impressive seriousness for someone her age.

A few feet away, little Mario sat quietly on a wooden bench, head bowed in concentration, twisting and turning his Rubik’s Cube.

From the kitchen drifted the comforting aroma of home-cooked food.

James was busy preparing lunch.

Just then, Lorna pushed open the vintage wooden gate at the edge of the yard, glanced around the sun-dappled garden, and then closed the door behind her, sliding the latch into place.

The creak of the gate caught Mario’s attention. He looked up.

Lorna walked over and ruffled his hair. “Still working on your Rubik’s Cube?”

“Yeah!” Mario’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at her. “I can solve all six sides now—my fastest time is two minutes.”

It was Stewart who had bought the Rubik’s Cube for him, and Stewart who had taught him how to solve it.

“That’s amazing!” Lorna grinned. “If your dad knew how good you were getting, he’d be so proud.”

Mario stared at her. “Ms. Riley, have you talked to Dad lately?”

“Of course,” Lorna replied, her tone light and cheerful. “He says business is going really well. Maybe he’ll even make enough to come home soon and spend more time with you.”

Mario’s face lit up at that. “Really? Do you think he could be back before winter?”

Lorna pressed her lips together, hesitating. “That…I can’t promise, sweetheart.”

Mario’s gaze dropped to the cube in his hands.

He wasn’t fooled. Ms. Riley was just trying to make him feel better.