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.

words carefully. "He's hurt-naturally he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it,

but

after him myself, but he told me to

total workaholic. Even when I went to his room just now, he was still on

legal wife-the real Mrs. Wentworth-Cedric found it hard to look

voice neutral. "I'll do what I can

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

a

"Thanks. I'm off."

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

hospital room door

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

you can never be too sure," Cedric

expression was grim. He

sighed, dragging a chair over and sitting beside him. “I ran

at him, his face

decade. Don't you think you could

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