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

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

just something men could sense

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

old-money family that treats women like bargaining chips? I can't believe Mack's sister is

at Jason. "Jason, she's had a really tough

all over the news lately-'the disowned daughter of

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

pitiful to me, not if she has the guts

"Jason!"

in surrender, flashing a roguish smile.

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

starving. How about

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

turned to Stewart. "You

replied, his tone flat

let out a long sigh. "I figured.