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.

on him for a moment-I'll be there

lead. Lately, she'd wanted to clear the air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd

half-dressed, pulling on

robe and got up

her, aware she must be feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such a moment. And it was already

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

some rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll take

to go

could see the worry in

He's my son too-I don't want to see him suffer any more than you

The tension between them these past few days was something he never wanted to experience again. All he wished for was to bring some

up, so she

was pacing anxiously

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

guest room. Little Henry was

whispering,

he was hurting, he always called for his mom. Old habits die hard, especially

Timothy said softly,

tears streaking his cheeks,

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