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.

his expression as cool and composed as

couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going

men

Cedric shot a look at

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

family ages ago," Rosita said gently, glancing at Jason. "Jason, she's had a really tough time. Please,

one all over the news

her that. She and her mother have both been

a crooked grin on his face. "She doesn't seem too pitiful to me, not if she has the guts to

"Jason!"

in surrender, flashing a roguish smile. "Alright, Rosita, don't

shot him a playful glare. "You always think you can

about we grab something

an early shift tomorrow. You all go ahead-I'm calling it a night," Cedric said,

turned to Stewart. "You

replied, his tone flat and

looked to Rosita and let out a long sigh. "I figured. If Stewart isn't eating, you won't