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.

face was unreadable, his expression as cool and composed

there was something more going

just something men

know a thing-stop talking nonsense." Cedric shot a look at Jason. "That's Mack's sister. Their relationship's

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

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

Jason suddenly remembered. "She's the one all over the news lately-'the disowned daughter of the Kensingtons,'

sharp, her brows knitting together. "Don't call her that. She and her mother have

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

"Jason!"

upset, Jason put his hands up in surrender, flashing a roguish smile. "Alright,

shot him a playful glare. "You always think you

shrugged. "I'm starving. How about we

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

to Stewart. "You

Stewart replied, his tone

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