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

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

half-dressed, pulling on his shirt with

silk robe and

must be feeling frustrated after being

fever a few nights ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and, for the first time, really understood how much

rest," Timothy said

wanted to go

see the

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

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

up, so she nodded and

the door. Sheila was pacing anxiously in the

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

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

kept whispering,

for his mom. Old

softly, hurrying to his

looked up, tears streaking

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