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

nodded, reassured, but not

myself, but he

when I went to his room just now, he was still on the phone, probably dealing with work.

Briony was Stewart's legal wife-the

what I can to persuade him to

managed a small smile. "Alright, I'll head out now. If you need anything, just

gave her a polite smile. "Get home

"Thanks. I'm off."

straight back to Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita had doubled back

hospital room door

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

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

expression was grim.

a chair over and sitting beside him. “I ran into Rosita on my

glanced at him, his face

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

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