Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 98

Jessica was married to Timothy.

He was a man at the very top of the social pyramid, the kind whose household was likely staffed with countless servants, tending to his every need. As for Jessica-well, she was a woman of privilege now, a lady of the manor. There was no reason for her to work herself to exhaustion or even lose sleep over daily chores.

Herbert gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He couldn't bring himself to stop driving. Instead, he kept circling the outskirts of Azurehaven, inching along the quiet roads.

He didn't pull over until the gas tank was empty.

When they finally rolled into a gas station and the car came to a halt, Jessica slowly opened her eyes.

She'd thought they were home, but quickly realized they were somewhere unfamiliar a gas station in the middle of nowhere.

Worried that she might barrage him with questions, Herbert flashed her a reassuring smile. "We're in town now, not far from your place. No idea what happened today, but traffic on the highway was a nightmare."

Once Jessica was fully awake, she realized she was starving. She fished out her phone and was shocked to see that it was already past one in the afternoon.

So they really had been stuck in traffic for ages.

question to Herbert: "Are you

past one. Of course

him she wanted to treat

than happy to

up the tank and paying, he drove them

at that very moment, Timothy was

negotiations with clients, compressing two or three days' worth of work into a single marathon session. By the time he finally returned home,

stepped into the living room, where Sheila sat

eaten?" Timothy asked, crossing the room

was

on, let's go

of her screen, which displayed a half-

it for a moment. "Are you working on that Grand

curved in a soft smile. "Yes. Ines gave it such high praise the other day. I wanted to see if I could recreate the effect, see if my skills measure up. Timothy, I really

a stomachache, right after they'd returned from overseas, he'd taken her straight to

take

leaned down, taking hold of

if Sheila could pull off a flawless reproduction, who knew?