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.

was unreadable, his expression as cool

was something more going on

something men could sense about

a look at Jason. "That's

widened in surprise. "You mean that old-money family that treats women like bargaining chips? I can't believe Mack's

with her family ages ago," Rosita said gently, glancing at Jason. "Jason, she's had a really tough time. Please,

the one all over the news lately-'the disowned

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

pitiful to me, not if

"Jason!"

Rosita was genuinely upset, Jason put his hands up in surrender, flashing a roguish smile. "Alright, Rosita, don't get mad.

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

"I'm starving. How about we

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

to Stewart.

his tone flat and

long sigh.