Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 49

After Jason fired off his message, the group chat went quiet. No one replied. Jason: [Seriously? It's barely eleven, and you're all ghosting me?]

A few seconds ticked by...

Rosita: [Jason, can you not always take shots at Ms. Kensington like that?]

Jason: [What did I say that was so wrong? I literally saw her last night at Moonlight with Mack and his spoiled buddies, and the next minute she's out grabbing a late-night bite with James!]

Rosita: [That's Ms. Kensington's private life. She can do what she wants. Talking behind her back like this isn't right.]

Jason rolled his eyes at his phone.

Jason: [Rosita, you've been sheltered by Stewart for too long. You have no idea- some women will stoop to anything to climb the ladder. If it gets them what they want, nothing's off limits!]

Rosita: [If you keep talking like this, Jason, I'm seriously going to get mad.] Jason: "..."

Was he really in the wrong here?

Briony had literally been photographed with Stewart, and Rosita still managed to say something so naïve? It drove Jason up the wall-she was just too innocent for her own good.

Did she really think he cared about Briony for his own sake? Sure, Briony was gorgeous, but she wasn't remotely his type. The only reason he bothered paying attention was for Rosita's sake. Otherwise, he wouldn't waste a second on Briony.

Too bad Rosita was so easily taken in by Stewart, she didn't have the slightest sense of self-preservation.

glanced across the room at

caught a glimpse of her lips curling in a soft, reserved smile at something James had said. There was something captivating about her-her features were gentle, beautiful in a way that was

snapped, following his gaze. The moment

here

his eyes. "You don't know what

rising. "What's with the attitude? I just called you out,

if you do? I'm not here to baby you," Jason shot back,

him, stunned. "What

don't like drama queens." He lit a cigarette, smirking as he spoke around it. "Honestly, I thought you'd keep my interest for at least

She was speechless.

compensation, talk to my assistant.

her off and strode away without

disbelief before abruptly

don't

stare at the

always curious and a bit green, leaned over. "Jason? As in, Jason Prescott? Don't tell me he's from the Prescott family-one of Northborough's

of fish cake and

came to Northborough, Grandpa even told me to

looked over, mildly intrigued. "Who's your

"Jewell Delaney."

eyebrows shot up. "You mean Jewell Delaney, the national porcelain

for the record, Professor Winslow took me on as