Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 82

"Easy now, don't make a fuss. Tonight, I'll give you what you want, alright?"

It was rare for Timothy to take the time to coax her like this.

He hoped she would realize her mistake and behave herself.

A little sulking now and then-he could tolerate that.

His breath brushed against her ear, his voice low and coaxing.

Jessica felt like she was losing her mind.

What had she done to make him think she was desperate for him?

She reached out, pressing her palm firmly against Timothy's chest.

He straightened up, his dark eyes fixed on her. The gentle, refined look from moments ago had clouded over, replaced by something far more somber.

Jessica glared at him, her hands moving swiftly in sign language: *"I don't want this. Stop forcing things. If you keep pushing, what happened last time will happen again."*

She couldn't have made her feelings any clearer.

He hadn't caught him cheating-at least, not physically.

But emotionally, that betrayal was just as real to her and just as unforgivable.

loving wife anymore, not

of anger twisted Timothy's

his temper easily, but lately, she'd pushed him to the edge more than once. Not all of it was her fault, but she kept brushing

he realized he'd spoiled her over the years, letting her get too comfortable,

He was done negotiating.

take them to

hurt herself, unlike the last time, when she'd bitten her

jaw, firm but careful. He wouldn't let her get hurt

react, he pressed

their strength was absolute. He overpowered her, holding her jaw, controlling her every movement, stopping her from biting

Jessica's wide, beautiful eyes, soaking her thick, fluttering lashes. The taste of

Timothy froze.

the redness at

droplets clinging to them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling, her gaze fractured and vulnerable—so heartbreakingly delicate that it tugged at something deep inside

cheek with the back of his

crying?

hard she thought her teeth

couldn't shout-she was mute, her voice locked deep

The words she wanted to scream stuck in her throat,

arm, signing slowly: *"Timothy, can you please stop?"*

lifting her as

of the desk

She buried her face in his neck, wishing she could