Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 45

Stewart's brows drew together ever so slightly as he glanced down at Rosita.

Sensing his gaze, Rosita looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her voice soft and sweet. "These heels are killing my feet today."

Stewart didn't reply. Instead, he turned his head, looking over at Briony.

Briony stared straight ahead, her expression cold and distant. As she brushed

past Stewart, she didn't spare him so much as a glance.

Stewart's sharp gaze followed her, but his dark eyes betrayed nothing.

Rosita slowly let go of his arm.

"Wow, that woman who just walked by-she's gorgeous!"

Peyton whistled. "I was thinking about giving it a shot and chatting her up, but then I saw her head into that private suite with Mack and his crew. Those guys are notorious for how they treat women-way too risky for me. Last thing I need is to catch something. Forget it."

Hearing this, Cedric Clarke instinctively looked at Stewart.

face was unreadable, his expression as cool and composed

shake the feeling that there was something more going

men could

a look at Jason. "That's Mack's sister.

Kensingtons?" Jason's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean that old-money family that treats women like bargaining chips? I can't believe Mack's sister is that stunning. How did they manage to keep her hidden all

ties with her family ages ago," Rosita said gently, glancing at

all over the news lately-'the disowned daughter of the Kensingtons,'

knitting together. "Don't call her that. She and

pitiful to

"Jason!"

was genuinely upset, Jason put his hands up in surrender, flashing a roguish smile.

always think you can say whatever you want just because you're

"I'm starving. How about we grab something

tomorrow. You all go ahead-I'm calling it a night," Cedric said, waving goodbye as he

to Stewart.

Stewart replied, his tone

Rosita and let out a long sigh. "I figured. If Stewart isn't eating, you won't