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

that there was something more going on between

just something men could sense about each

look

family that treats women like bargaining chips? I can't believe

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

one all over the

call her

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

"Jason!"

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

playful glare. "You always think you can say whatever you want just because

How about we grab something

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

to

his tone flat and

sigh. "I figured. If Stewart isn't eating, you won't