Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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

Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about everything. But even if she had misunderstood, she couldn't ignore

half-dressed, pulling on

her silk robe and got

be feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such a moment. And it was

cared for him the whole night and, for the first time, really understood how much

Timothy said gently. "I'll take care of

wanted to go

see the worry in her

her. "Don't worry. He's my son too-I don't want to see him suffer any more than you do.

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

him up, so

the door. Sheila was pacing

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

was

whispering,

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

softly, hurrying to his

streaking his cheeks, and