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.

his expression

that there was something more going on between

something men

thing-stop talking nonsense." Cedric shot a look at Jason. "That's Mack's sister. Their relationship's not

women like bargaining chips? I can't believe Mack's sister is that stunning. How did they

at Jason. "Jason, she's had a really tough time. Please,

one all over the news lately-'the

turned sharp, her brows knitting together. "Don't call her that. She and her mother have both been

face. "She doesn't seem too pitiful to me, not if she has the guts

"Jason!"

in surrender, flashing a roguish smile. "Alright, Rosita, don't get mad. I take

shot him a playful glare. "You always think you can say whatever you want

starving. How about we

You all go ahead-I'm calling it a night,"

turned to Stewart.

his tone flat

long sigh. "I figured. If