Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 117

Chapter 118

"There are too many people around here. You should head home," Stewart said, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice heavy with fatigue. "I need to rest."

"Okay,” Rosita replied, swallowing her disappointment. She nodded, gathered her purse, and left the room, glancing back every few steps, clearly reluctant to go.

Only after the door clicked shut did Stewart open his eyes again. He stared out the window, his gaze dark and brooding.

Rosita ran into Cedric Clarke halfway down the corridor.

"Cedric," she called softly.

He walked over, giving her a brief nod. "You've seen Stewart?"

She nodded, looking a little deflated. “Yeah.”

Cedric frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Stewart didn't seem to be in a good mood." Rosita looked at Cedric, worry in her voice. "Did something happen to him?"

Something had happened, of course. But Cedric knew better than to tell her about

it.

pressed his lips together, choosing his words carefully. "He's hurt-naturally he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on

reassured, but

stay and look after him myself, but he told me

"But I still worry about Stewart, you know how he is—a total workaholic. Even when I went to his room just now, he was still on the phone, probably dealing with work. It's exhausting just

sympathy. Ever since learning that Briony was Stewart's legal wife-the real Mrs. Wentworth-Cedric found it hard to look at Rosita

"I'll do what I can to persuade him to

smile. "Alright, I'll head

her a polite smile.

"Thanks. I'm off."

Cedric went straight back to Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita had doubled back and was now quietly following

open the hospital room

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

be too

expression was grim.

dragging a chair over and sitting beside him.

at him, his

over a decade. Don't you think you could trust me enough

up a magazine and started flipping

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