NovelFinish"Whatever happens, always respect her." To love her means to respect her.
That's how James understood love.
Stewart gazed at James, his eyes unwavering. For the first time, he found himself feeling genuine respect and even admiration for James.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrom the moment James met Briony, he'd stayed by her side-as a friend, as family, in every way that mattered. He'd done so well, in fact, that Stewart felt a sting of inadequacy by comparison.
The room was empty except for the distant, joyful squeals of the children playing in the dining room and the gentle voice of a woman guiding them.
Lowering his voice, Stewart asked, "Are you leaving soon?" James dropped his gaze, a bitter smile flickering across his lips. "Yeah. I'm the only son left in the Delaney family, and I'm at the age where people expectto settle down. My grandfather's health isn't great, and he wants to seeget married, maybe have kids." Stewart fell silent at that. As someone with a failed marriage behind him, he didn't feel he had much right to comment on the subject.
"Does Bryn know?" "Haven't told her yet." James tried to sound casual. "I'll wait a few days. I'm heading back after the holidays." Stewart nodded. "Alright." Once the decorations were finished, Stewart and James headed to the kitchen to help with dinner prep. James moved with practiced ease, deftly handling every task. Stewart, on the other hand, struggled. When it ctto knead the dough, the stiffness in his left and right pinky fingers becnoticeable.
Little Nina stared, puzzled, at her father's unmoving finger. "Daddy, why doesn't this finger move?" Stewart's face froze for a second.
Briony hadn't expected their daughter to notice, either.
"This finger isn't real," Stewart said lightly, not trying to hide the truth but softening it so she wouldn't be scared. "Isn't that kind of amazing?" Little Nina blinked. "Why is your finger fake, Daddy?" Stewart offered her a gentle smile. "I got hurt, so they had to makea new one." Maglanced at his father's hand, then explained to his sister, "Daddy hurt his finger when he was saving me. After that, they couldn't save it, so now it's a fake one." "Really?" Nina's eyes widened, her gaze full of sympathy as she looked at Stewart. "Does it hurt, Daddy?" Stewart smiled softly. "Not anymore, sweetheart. You don't have to worry." "Daddy beclike this because he saved Mario!" Nina declared, her voice bright. "Daddy's super brave and awesome!" Stewart's smile deepened. "Thank you." Briony watched him, her eyes lingering on that artificial finger. She pressed her lips together, sighing quietly. After lunch, Stewart got a call-he needed to step out for a while.
He'd been busy lately, more than usual.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce he left, Briony took the kids upstairs for their afternoon nap. Her body still hadn't fully recovered, so she needed more rest than usual.
When she woke up, dusk had already fallen. Out in the city, the first pops of fireworks echoed through the streets.
It was New Year's Eve, and every hwas alive with celebration, the sounds of fireworks and laughter filling the air.
Briony brought the twins downstairs. The holiday dinner was already set, just waiting for everyone to gather. She glanced around. "Stewart's not back yet?"
"No, it's nearly seven," Carol replied, a hint of concern in her ice "Should I call Mr. Wentworth and check?" Briony nodded.
Carol dialed Stewart's number. On could the other end, it sounded busy she could barely make out a child's voice shouting "Daddy!" in the background. Carol spoke politely, "Mr. Wentworth, will you be hfor dinner tonight?" "Go ahead and start without me," cStewart's low reply. His tone gave nothing away. "I'm tied up here. for now, but I'll cback later to see the kids and stay up with them." "Alright, I understand." Carol hung up and turned to Briony. "Mr. Wentworth said he'll cby later to spend the evening with the kids."
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