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 hurt-naturally he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it, Rosita. Give

but not entirely

him myself, but he told me to go home and spend more time with Irwin. He said

"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

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

"I'll do what I can to persuade him to rest.

head out now. If you need

a polite

"Thanks. I'm off."

Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita had

open the hospital room door

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

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

was grim. He

beside him. “I ran into Rosita

glanced at him, his

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

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