Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 29

Seven years of marriage.

Could it really be because of that man last night?

Timothy's dark eyes seemed to deepen, almost swallowing the light.

He narrowed his gaze, jaw tight, and grabbed Jessica's chin, trying to force her to

speak.

Jessica's lips parted unwillingly.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

His voice was low, edged with a simmering anger he couldn't quite hide.

When Timothy caught a glimpse of her pale pink tongue, it was still bleeding.

Moving to the nightstand, he pulled out a few wet wipes and came back, carefully wiping the blood from her skin.

Blood was still trickling from the corner of her mouth.

His brow furrowed in frustration. He shoved the remaining wipes into her hand and, without another word, swept her into his arms.

They had barely stepped out of the master bedroom-crossing only a few paces -when Sheila appeared from the living room, a glass of water in hand. She stopped short, staring at them.

Her eyes flicked to Jessica's bloody lips, the cluster of bruises along her neck, and her robe

together, concern coloring her tone. "What happened

hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy said, striding

the glass loosened; it crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water and

so rough that Jessica

the mouth...

wild in bed. No

Timothy could split her lip, just imagine what he was like in

his aunt by marriage, would she ever have landed such

Jessica to

her up, stopped the

to avoid hot food and stick to

was tended, Timothy led Jessica back to the

he shot her a cold look. "You made such a scene, forcing

understand a

raised her hands, forming the words slowly in sign

world seemed to freeze for

smirk curled at Timothy's lips, mocking and cold. "You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask

Patience?

tolerating

his lover home, and he had

know what you're talking about. I didn't

never planned to make a scene —least of all now,