Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 167

"Heh." Stella actually let out a laugh, exasperated. "All of you-honestly, you're all wrapped around that little brat's finger!"

"He's Stewart's last line in the sand," Cedric Clarke replied, his tone serious.

Stella fell silent.

It was a long moment before she finally asked, "Cedric, can I trust you?"

"Just this once, trust me," Cedric said solemnly. "Listen, if you can talk Bryn into agreeing to Stewart's terms, I promise I'll keep an eye on things from my end too."

Stella pressed her lips together, thinking for a few seconds before she asked, "Do you know why Stewart insists on going to Ghana?"

Cedric could more or less guess Stewart's real motive.

But he knew better than to say anything before Stewart left.

If he told her, Bryn would never agree to go.

"I honestly don't know," Cedric lied, feigning ignorance. "I'll try to ask around for you, okay?"

"You think he'd actually tell you if you asked?"

helpless chuckle. "Who knows? Chances are... he

someone who's both a jerk *and* impossible to shake. Just watching her go through this makes me want to

There are still

"Anyway, I need to get back and figure

"Alright."

call ended,

several times before

was rough

half-shocked. "Did you bug my

humorless laugh, his breath still

it another migraine?" Cedric

"It's nothing."

outrageous than the last! I'm not just giving you a hard time,

doesn't matter," Stewart cut in, his tone unyielding. "I made

he wanted to let loose. There was no point. When Stewart dug his heels in,

said, firmly, "Look, I already told Stella to talk to Bryn for you. That's as much as I can do, man. So listen, even if it's just for my sake- once Bryn

a long silence on the other

Stewart was about to go back on his word. He was just about to

"Okay."

word-hoarse, and heavy with

that, Cedric finally let himself