Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 129

Chapter 121

Timothy's gaze was dark and unreadable as he stared at her.

A heartbeat later, he grabbed her hand and led her firmly down the hallway.

They rode the elevator in silence, straight to the top floor.

Jessica let herself be pulled along, passive, until they entered the penthouse suite.

Once inside, Timothy pressed her gently down onto the sofa. He crouched in front of her, eyes intense. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?"

His voice was low and a little rough around the edges.

Jessica looked down at him—a man in a perfectly tailored suit, always so composed and charismatic, effortlessly charming. Once, she'd found that impossible to resist.

Now, she had no desire left to love him.

She raised her hand, voice flat. "Didn't feel like it."

An unmistakable shadow of annoyance flickered in Timothy's dark eyes.

never used to act

fingers danced dismissively through the air. "Like

you're really set on this

a hard edge,

making a scene," she answered quietly, her gaze empty, her gesture

luxurious carpet, then crouched again in front of her. He removed

tight. "Seven years of marriage—we've always been

his jacket, Timothy pulled out a velvet box, flipped it open,

you. I meant to bring it over, but there was a thunderstorm in Capital City and my flight was delayed. When I finally got your call for help, I—" Timothy stopped. He didn't say that he'd rushed to her side, only to arrive

been the perfect wife-gracious, considerate. Surely, she wouldn't hold a petty grudge over

sorry I wasn't there for you. That's on me. But please take the gift,

sincere. His voice was gentle, even

gave him

Sheila wore one; the rest,

Jessica one of

over.

what she was worth to him? Only

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