Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 166

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?"

chuckle. "Who knows? Chances are...

*and* impossible

a low laugh. "Don't worry. There are still

so much easier." Stella started the car. "Anyway, I need to get back and figure out how to talk Bryn around. I'll let you go for

"Alright."

as the call ended, Cedric dialed

several times before Stewart

Stewart's voice was rough and

crap!" Cedric blurted out, half-joking, half-shocked. "Did you bug

low, humorless laugh, his breath still ragged.

another migraine?"

"It's nothing."

you anymore. Those three conditions you set-each one more outrageous than the last! I'm not just giving you

cut in, his tone unyielding. "I

There was no point. When Stewart dug his heels in, nothing could budge

listen, even if it's just for my sake- once Bryn

was a long silence

back on his word. He was just about to lose his temper when Stewart's low voice finally came

"Okay."

and heavy with

Cedric finally let himself breathe a little

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