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.

he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it, Rosita. Give him a few days

but

you to keep an eye on him, Cedric. I wanted to stay and look after him myself, but he told me to go home and spend more time with Irwin. He said he was worried

I went to his room just now, he

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

I can to persuade

a small smile. "Alright, I'll head out now. If you need

Cedric gave her a polite smile. "Get home

"Thanks. I'm off."

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

the hospital room door and

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

Everything looks fine, but you can never be too sure,"

grim.

over and sitting beside him. “I

him,

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

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