Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 368

Briony was deep in conversation with Ferdinand when she suddenly caught Rosita's gaze. She hesitated, turning her head.

Their eyes met. Rosita curled her lips in a faint, almost dismissive smile, then turned back to respond gently to the guest beside her, as if nothing had happened.

Briony watched her, her eyes cool and unreadable.

Ferdinand leaned in, lowering his voice. "What's wrong?"

Briony pulled her gaze away. "It's nothing," she replied softly.

Ferdinand glanced briefly at Rosita, then looked back to Briony.

Briony slouched against the back of her camping chair, expression blank as Rosita chatted easily with the other guests.

But behind Rosita's serene eyes, Briony saw something darker-a simmering resentment.

Ferdinand's attention drifted to Mary, who caught his eye. She raised an elegant brow, a silent question passing between them before he looked away.

The other guests were clustered around Rosita, eager for her attention.

limelight. Although she claimed she'd been

on some high-end laser treatment; now, her skin was in the best shape it had ever been. Even

on, quietly

Rosita's renewed popularity made everyone

second, her earlier worries about being exposed

team had set out cocktails

over to

at the peach cocktail in

tolerance wasn't great, but she could handle a little

opened a peach-flavored one for her, poured it into a glass, and

it with a quiet "Thank

a big deal of it—just offered her

the evening air. With a little alcohol in their systems, everyone loosened

Rosita a glass of warm water. "Ms. Lockwood, you're not feeling

lately. I've

said. "And I heard this is a big production-lots of scenes that require real expertise. That must be quite the

more traditional culture, which definitely makes filming harder. But the upside is, working with the director and all these veterans, I get to