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

after him myself, but

"But I still worry about Stewart, you know how he is—a total workaholic. Even when I went to his room

but didn't feel much sympathy. Ever since learning that Briony was Stewart's legal wife-the real Mrs. Wentworth-Cedric found it hard to look at Rosita the

do what I can

head out now. If you need anything, just

will." Cedric gave her a polite smile. "Get home

"Thanks. I'm off."

Stewart's room- unaware that Rosita

the hospital room door and stepped

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

never be too sure,"

expression was grim. He said

a chair over and sitting beside him. “I

at him, his

think you could trust me enough to say what's really on

picked up a magazine and started flipping

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