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.

for a moment-I'll be there right

Timothy. Maybe, just maybe,

was already half-dressed, pulling on

and got up to

after being interrupted at such

a few nights ago. He'd cared for him the whole night

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

wanted to go

see the worry in her

He's my son too-I don't want to see him suffer

calm her down. The tension between them these past few days was something he never wanted to experience again. All he wished for was to bring some peace back into

him up, so she nodded and

Sheila was

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

upstairs to the guest room. Little Henry was curled up in

whispering, "Mommy...

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

said softly, hurrying to

up, tears streaking his cheeks, and

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