Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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.

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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.

He pressed his lips together, choosing his words carefully. “He’s hurt—naturally he’s uncomfortable. Don’t dwell on it, Rosita. Give him a few days to rest and he’ll be fine.”

Rosita nodded, reassured, but not entirely comforted.

“I’m counting on you to keep an eye on him, Cedric. I wanted to stay and look after him myself, but he told me to go home and spend more time with Irwin. He said he was worried about Irwin being alone.”

She hesitated, guilt flickering across her face. “But I still worry about Stewart, you know how he is—a total workaholic. Even when I went to his room just now, he was still on the phone, probably dealing with work. It’s exhausting just thinking about it.”

Cedric listened, but didn’t feel much sympathy. Ever since learning that Briony was Stewart’s legal wife—the real Mrs. Wentworth—Cedric found it hard to look at Rosita the same way.

He kept his voice neutral. “I’ll do what I can to persuade him to rest. Don’t worry.”

Rosita managed a small smile. “Alright, I’ll head out now. If you need anything, just call.”

“I will.” Cedric gave her a polite smile. “Get home safe.”

“Thanks. I’m off.”