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.

choosing his words carefully. "He's hurt-naturally he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it, Rosita.

but

an eye on him, Cedric. I wanted to stay and look after him myself, but he told me to go home and spend

face. "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

legal wife-the

neutral. "I'll do what I can to persuade him to rest. Don't

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

Cedric gave her a polite smile. "Get home

"Thanks. I'm off."

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

pushed open the hospital room door and

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

can never be too sure," Cedric said

expression was grim.

sitting beside him. “I ran into Rosita on my

him,

Don't you think you could trust me enough to

magazine and started flipping through

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