Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 90

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and Rosita lowered her head, finally letting out a silent sigh of relief.

Stewart stood by the door, his expression icy and unreadable, eyes dark with something unspoken.

Rosita glanced up at him, uncertain what was going through his mind.

"Stewart?" she ventured.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked at her.

"Ms. Kensington only said those harsh things because she was worried. Please don't be upset," Rosita said gently, trying to smooth things over. "Right now, all we can hope is that Ms. Hudson is found soon. It's almost the holidays, and Ms. Hudson, she..."

"Yesterday," Stewart cut her off, his tone cold as he fixed her with an unblinking stare, "did you and Julia really not say anything to each other?"

Rosita froze, caught off guard by his probing gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Stewart, what are you implying... Are you accusing me?"

His eyes narrowed as he studied her seemingly innocent face. "Just answer the question: did you say anything to Julia?"

"I..." Rosita instinctively took a step back, panic flickering across her features.

Stewart was a lawyer, and had studied psychology. Rosita knew better than to keep denying it—if he was asking, it meant he already suspected her. If she kept insisting she was innocent, he'd only become more guarded with her in the future. Her eyes reddened with emotion. "I'm sorry. She asked me directly who Irwin's real parents were... I... I couldn't bring myself to lie."

confession, Stewart's expression turned even colder. "Rosita, before you came

Rosita froze.

like ice. "You

her head, face pale. "I'm sorry, Stewart. I swear I didn't mean to tell her. Ms. Hudson pressed me so hard-I was afraid she'd say something to

turned away, walking over to the floor-to- ceiling window with

clearly wasn't interested in hearing

her lip, standing motionless as she stared at the outline of his shoulders. Tears slid

she reached the threshold, her legs gave out

in alarm, rushing over.

tracks, then strode quickly over and knelt

car. We're going to

condition stabilized and she was transferred to a

soon as

tense and grim,

door to Rosita's room. "You know, after all these

reply. "Julia's missing," he said

blinked in surprise. "Wait-how did you hear about

did I hear about it?" Stewart frowned, studying

Joyner called me," Cedric explained, sighing. "I went with her to the Kensingtons' and the Hudsons'. No luck. We reported Julia