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

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

just something men could sense about each

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

like bargaining chips? I

at Jason. "Jason, she's had a really tough time. Please, don't give her

remembered. "She's the one all over the news lately-'the disowned

sharp, her brows knitting together. "Don't call her

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

"Jason!"

flashing a roguish smile. "Alright, Rosita, don't get mad. I

glare. "You always think you can say whatever

"I'm starving. How about we grab something

all go ahead-I'm calling it

turned to Stewart.

Stewart replied, his tone

out a long sigh. "I