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.

was unreadable, his expression as cool and composed as

shake the feeling that there was something more going on between Stewart

something men could

Cedric shot a look at Jason. "That's

chips? I can't believe Mack's sister is that stunning.

ties with her family ages ago," Rosita said gently, glancing at Jason. "Jason, she's had a really tough time. Please, don't give her a

"She's the one all over

her brows knitting together. "Don't call her that. She and

doesn't seem too pitiful to me, not if she has the guts to

"Jason!"

surrender, flashing a roguish smile. "Alright,

playful glare. "You always think you can say whatever

starving. How about

go ahead-I'm calling it a night," Cedric said, waving goodbye as

to

replied, his tone

let out a long sigh.