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.

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

reassured, but

eye on him, Cedric. I wanted to stay and look after him myself, but he told me to go home and spend more time with Irwin. He said he

know how he is—a total workaholic. Even when I went to his room just now, he was still on the phone, probably dealing

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

kept his voice neutral. "I'll do what I can

smile. "Alright, I'll head out now.

will." Cedric gave her a polite

"Thanks. I'm off."

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

pushed open the hospital room

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

never be too sure," Cedric said quietly, walking to

expression was grim.

and sitting beside him. “I ran into Rosita

at him,

decade. Don't you think you could trust me

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