Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Stewart slipped one hand into his pocket, his sharp gaze lowered as he looked at Rosita. His voice was calm but distant. "Go home and get some rest."

With that, he closed the car door.

The sound wasn't loud or abrupt, but it startled Rosita so much that she sat frozen for several seconds before she snapped out of it.

The car was already moving. She rolled down the window and craned her neck to look for Stewart, but all she caught was the back of him stepping into the elevator.

"Carl, stop the car."

Carl was Stewart's longtime personal assistant-sharp, discreet, and always attuned to Stewart's moods.

Tonight, Stewart was clearly not in a good place.

Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, Carl spoke gently but firmly. "Ms.

Wentworth made it clear-my job is to see you home safe. Please don't

her head and clenched her hands in her

...

private lounge, Briony stood alone-slender,

table in front of her, filled

center of the couch, legs crossed, arms draped around two women. His smirk was pure arrogance. "You finish all those drinks, and I'll talk to you.

wasn't a drinker, and the room was packed with rich, reckless young men. If she downed those shots, she knew

her eyes.

here comes from old money. Don't say I never did anything for you. You like flirting with men, don't you? Go ahead- pick

cold.

Crash!

shattered at Briony's

liquor and shards sprayed across the floor. Briony winced as a piece of glass sliced the back of her hand, blood welling

to his feet and lunged at Briony, seizing

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