Chapter 87

She had just raised her hand, about to ask him what was really going on between him and Sheila.

But Timothy caught her hand, pulling her beneath him without giving her a chance speak, clearly unwilling to waste a moment of their time together as husband and wife.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head and kissed her, shutting down any attempt at conversation.

Tonight, he was relentless.

Just as Jessica felt herself starting to unravel, a sudden, frantic knock sounded

from the hallway.

Timothy froze mid-motion.

"Timothy? Jessica? Are you two awake? Henry's stomach hurts really badly-he's crying..."

Sheila's voice trembled on the other side of the door, tinged with panic.

Timothy immediately rolled off Jessica.

check on him for a moment-I'll be there right

air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about everything. But even if she

already half-dressed, pulling on his shirt with practiced

her silk robe and got

be feeling frustrated after being

ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and, for the first time, really understood

get some rest," Timothy said gently.

to

the worry in her

her. "Don't worry. He's my son too-I don't want to

few days was something he never wanted to experience again. All

him up,

Sheila was pacing anxiously

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

the guest room. Little Henry was

whispering,

called for his mom. Old habits die hard,

Timothy said softly, hurrying to

up, tears streaking

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