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.

unreadable, his expression as

feeling that there was something more going

was just something men could sense

a look at Jason. "That's Mack's sister.

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

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

the one all over the news lately-'the

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

a crooked grin on his face. "She doesn't seem too pitiful

"Jason!"

up in surrender, flashing a roguish smile. "Alright, Rosita, don't get mad. I take it back,

always think you can say whatever you want just because you're the

shrugged. "I'm starving. How about we

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

to

his tone

let out a long sigh. "I