Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 65

Jessica signed, her hands moving in graceful arcs. "I don't quite understand- what do you mean?"

"She means the idea of you making some extra money with your paper cuttings," Herbert explained. "She doesn't know you're married to Timothy. She probably thinks, since you can't speak, life must be hard for you and wants to help by introducing some business your way."

A gentle smile touched Jessica's lips as her slender fingers danced. "Mrs. Reynolds is just looking out for me. I don't mind at all."

Herbert glanced over at The Gilded Whisper Estates-an enormous mansion, easily several times the size of his family home. There was absolutely no need for Jessica to work for extra cash.

Yet Jessica showed no trace of arrogance or vanity from marrying into wealth. She still cut paper decorations for his mother and never made her status public. She remained as gentle and kind as ever, humble without being self-effacing.

Even though she couldn't speak, she was someone truly worthy of care and affection.

"Little Mute, is he good to you?" Herbert asked suddenly.

a moment, unsure how to respond. But soon,

I gave you

felt a pang of guilt at

floor that day before dragging her out to the car. She hadn't had a chance to go back and

place-forgot to bring it with me," she signed, fibbing just a little. She planned to find some time to return and see if she could get it fixed before giving it back to Herbert. It was real diamond,

you get it back, use it often-it'll get easier the more

Jessica nodded.

into his car, rolled the window down halfway, and waved. "Bye, Little

a lot gone from a streetwise punk to the

Jessica turned away, a flashy red Maserati pulled up with a

lips painted a bold red, oversized sunglasses perched on her

Timothy out of the house, you sure have some nerve-bringing strange men right