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

Cedric couldn't shake the feeling that there was

was just something men

talking nonsense." Cedric shot a look at

mean that old-money family that treats women like bargaining chips? I can't believe Mack's sister is that stunning. How did they

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

over the news lately-'the disowned daughter

her

pitiful to me, not if she has

"Jason!"

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

always think you can say

shrugged. "I'm starving. How about we grab something to

go ahead-I'm calling it a night," Cedric said, waving goodbye

turned to

his tone flat

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