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.

he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it, Rosita. Give him a few days to rest and he'll be

but

Cedric. I wanted to stay and look after him myself, but he told me to go home and spend

about Stewart, you know how he is—a total workaholic. Even when I went to

learning that Briony was Stewart's legal wife-the real Mrs. Wentworth-Cedric found it hard to

"I'll do what I can to persuade him

small smile. "Alright, I'll head out now. If you need

Cedric gave her a polite smile. "Get

"Thanks. I'm off."

they'd said their goodbyes, Cedric went straight back to Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita had

open the hospital

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

checked the records. Everything looks fine, but you can never be too sure,"

grim. He

over and sitting beside him. “I ran into Rosita

at him, his face

decade. Don't you think

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