Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart's brows drew together ever so slightly as he glanced down at Rosita.

Sensing his gaze, Rosita looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her voice soft and sweet. "These heels are killing my feet today."

Stewart didn't reply. Instead, he turned his head, looking over at Briony.

Briony stared straight ahead, her expression cold and distant. As she brushed

past Stewart, she didn't spare him so much as a glance.

Stewart's sharp gaze followed her, but his dark eyes betrayed nothing.

Rosita slowly let go of his arm.

"Wow, that woman who just walked by-she's gorgeous!"

Peyton whistled. "I was thinking about giving it a shot and chatting her up, but then I saw her head into that private suite with Mack and his crew. Those guys are notorious for how they treat women-way too risky for me. Last thing I need is to catch something. Forget it."

Hearing this, Cedric Clarke instinctively looked at Stewart.

expression as cool

the feeling that there was something more going on between

something men could sense about each

don't know a thing-stop talking nonsense." Cedric shot a look at Jason. "That's Mack's sister. Their relationship's not exactly great,

treats women like bargaining chips? I can't believe Mack's sister is that stunning. How did they manage to

ago," Rosita said gently, glancing at Jason. "Jason, she's had a really tough time. Please, don't

"She's the one all over the

tone turned sharp, her brows knitting together. "Don't call her that. She and

seem too pitiful to me, not if she has the guts to go after

"Jason!"

Rosita was genuinely upset, Jason put his hands up in surrender, flashing a roguish smile. "Alright, Rosita, don't get mad. I take it back,

a playful glare. "You always think you can say whatever you want just because you're

"I'm starving. How about

go ahead-I'm calling

turned to

replied, his tone

Rosita and let out a long sigh. "I figured. If Stewart isn't