Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 118

"There are too many people around here. You should head home," Stewart said, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice heavy with fatigue. "I need to rest."

"Okay,” Rosita replied, swallowing her disappointment. She nodded, gathered her purse, and left the room, glancing back every few steps, clearly reluctant to go.

Only after the door clicked shut did Stewart open his eyes again. He stared out the window, his gaze dark and brooding.

Rosita ran into Cedric Clarke halfway down the corridor.

"Cedric," she called softly.

He walked over, giving her a brief nod. "You've seen Stewart?"

She nodded, looking a little deflated. “Yeah.”

Cedric frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Stewart didn't seem to be in a good mood." Rosita looked at Cedric, worry in her voice. "Did something happen to him?"

Something had happened, of course. But Cedric knew better than to tell her about

it.

hurt-naturally he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it, Rosita. Give him a few days to

but not

look after him myself, but

flickering across her face. "But I still worry about Stewart, you know how he is—a total workaholic. Even when I went to his room just now, he was still on the phone, probably

much sympathy. Ever since learning that Briony was Stewart's legal wife-the real Mrs. Wentworth-Cedric found it

what I can to persuade him to rest. Don't

small smile. "Alright, I'll head out

a polite smile.

"Thanks. I'm off."

goodbyes, Cedric went straight back to Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita had doubled back and was now quietly following

open the hospital room door and

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

never be

was grim. He said

sitting beside him. “I ran into

at him, his

over a decade. Don't you think you could trust me enough to say what's really on your

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