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.

together, choosing his words carefully. "He's hurt-naturally he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it, Rosita. Give him a few

reassured, but not

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

when I went to his room just now, he was still on the phone,

but didn't feel much sympathy. Ever since learning that Briony was Stewart's legal wife-the real Mrs. Wentworth-Cedric found it hard to look at Rosita

what I can to persuade

smile. "Alright, I'll head out

a

"Thanks. I'm off."

to Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita

the hospital room door and stepped

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

the records. Everything looks fine, but you can never be too sure," Cedric said quietly, walking to the side

was grim.

sitting beside him.

at him, his

Don't you think you could trust me enough to say what's

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