Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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?"

Cedric gave a helpless chuckle. "Who knows? Chances are... he won’t."

Stella sighed. "Our Bryn really does have the worst luck—ending up with someone who’s both a jerk *and* impossible to shake. Just watching her go through this makes me want to swear off marriage for good!"

Cedric let out a low laugh. "Don’t worry. There are still plenty of decent men out there."

"Oh, please. Single life is 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 now!"

"Alright."

…

As soon as the call ended, Cedric dialed Stewart.

It rang several times before Stewart finally picked up.

On the other end, Stewart’s voice was rough and heavy. "Stella called you, didn’t she?"

"Holy crap!" Cedric blurted out, half-joking, half-shocked. "Did you bug my house or something?"

Stewart let out a low, humorless laugh, his breath still ragged. "What did she say?"