Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 90

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and Rosita lowered her head, finally letting out a silent sigh of relief.

Stewart stood by the door, his expression icy and unreadable, eyes dark with something unspoken.

Rosita glanced up at him, uncertain what was going through his mind.

“Stewart?” she ventured.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked at her.

“Ms. Kensington only said those harsh things because she was worried. Please don’t be upset,” Rosita said gently, trying to smooth things over. “Right now, all we can hope is that Ms. Hudson is found soon. It’s almost the holidays, and Ms. Hudson, she…”

“Yesterday,” Stewart cut her off, his tone cold as he fixed her with an unblinking stare, “did you and Julia really not say anything to each other?”

Rosita froze, caught off guard by his probing gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. “Stewart, what are you implying… Are you accusing me?”

His eyes narrowed as he studied her seemingly innocent face. “Just answer the question: did you say anything to Julia?”

“I…” Rosita instinctively took a step back, panic flickering across her features.

Stewart was a lawyer, and had studied psychology. Rosita knew better than to keep denying it—if he was asking, it meant he already suspected her. If she kept insisting she was innocent, he’d only become more guarded with her in the future.

Her eyes reddened with emotion. “I’m sorry. She asked me directly who Irwin’s real parents were… I… I couldn’t bring myself to lie.”

At her confession, Stewart’s expression turned even colder. “Rosita, before you came back, you promised me you wouldn’t reveal Irwin’s identity.”

Rosita froze.

“Irwin is where I draw the line,” Stewart said, his voice like ice. “You crossed it this time. I think you should leave.”

Rosita shook her head, face pale. “I’m sorry, Stewart. I swear I didn’t mean to tell her. Ms. Hudson pressed me so hard—I was afraid she’d say something to Irwin, and I just panicked—”

“Go home, Rosita.” Stewart had already turned away, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to her.

He clearly wasn’t interested in hearing any more excuses.

Rosita bit her lip, standing motionless as she stared at the outline of his shoulders. Tears slid down her cheeks as she finally turned and headed for the door.

But the moment she reached the threshold, her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.

“Ms. Lockwood!” Carl called out in alarm, rushing over. “Mr. Wentworth, Ms. Lockwood’s fainted!”

Stewart stopped in his tracks, then strode quickly over and knelt to scoop Rosita into his arms.