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.

carefully. "He's hurt-naturally he's uncomfortable. Don't dwell on it, Rosita. Give him a few

reassured, but not entirely

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

he is—a total workaholic. Even when I

was Stewart's legal wife-the real Mrs.

I

I'll head out now. If you need anything, just

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

"Thanks. I'm off."

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

pushed open the hospital room door and stepped

Outside, Rosita paused, listening.

the records. Everything looks fine, but you can never be

expression was grim. He

dragging a chair over and sitting beside him. “I ran into Rosita on my way

glanced at him, his

each other for over a decade. Don't you think you could trust me enough to

a magazine and started

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