Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

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.

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

reassured, but

counting on you to keep an eye on him, Cedric. I wanted to stay and look after him myself, but he

when I went to his room

listened, but didn't feel much sympathy. Ever since learning that Briony was Stewart's legal wife-the real

his voice neutral. "I'll do what I can to

smile. "Alright, I'll head out now. If

Cedric gave her a

"Thanks. I'm off."

said their goodbyes, Cedric went straight back to Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita had doubled back and was

the hospital

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

Everything looks fine, but you can never be

was grim. He said

over and sitting beside him. “I ran

him,

over a decade. Don't you think you could

picked up a magazine and started flipping through