Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 170

Once Stewart picked up Irwin, Lauren grabbed her purse and headed to the hospital.

VIP suite, St. John's Hospital.

Lauren pushed open the door to the private room-

Rosita was sitting up in bed, reading.

Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a soft glow along the edge of the bed and illuminating Rosita's profile-her skin looked flawless in the morning light. Standing nearby, her personal assistant Daisy was snapping candid photos of her with a phone.

Lauren paused in the doorway, then quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She didn't want to interrupt.

Daisy finished snapping pictures and handed the phone over. "Rosita, take a look -let me know which ones you like?"

Rosita set her book aside and scrolled through the photos, her slender fingers moving deftly over the screen. After a moment, she selected a few. "These are good. Post them in a nine-photo collage, and for the caption... something like 'Peaceful days, waiting for the flowers to bloom.' And remember to disable comments."

Daisy nodded. "Got it, I'll take care of it."

Rosita looked at Daisy-a fresh-out-of-college girl, unassuming and earnest, always eager to please. She was exactly the kind of assistant Rosita liked: straightforward and reliable.

softened into a warm smile. "Thank you, Daisy. You've

Daisy blushed immediately.

she was struck by how approachable she was-so beautiful, yet never putting on airs.

had forced her to retire. The fans didn't know the truth; for days

pang

you're too polite. This is just part of

behind her ear. "You're thoughtful and hardworking, but around me there's no need to be so formal. I don't stand on

hint. "I'll leave you two

gently. "Thank you,

nod, then

was quiet again as Lauren finally crossed

glanced at Lauren, and asked in her usual gentle voice, "Mom, did Irwin not come with

"Don't

puzzled. "What

and Briony on a

brows furrowing. "Why would

"How should I know?"

daughter's face, noting her genuine surprise. She probed gently, "Rosita,

nothing, her frown