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.

used to act like

fingers danced dismissively through the air. "Like you

you're really set on

had a hard

not making a scene," she answered

He paced the luxurious carpet, then crouched again in front of her. He removed her mask and sunhat, setting

see what's wrong between us," he said, jaw tight. "Seven years of

a velvet box, flipped it open,

flight was delayed. When I finally got your call for help, I—" Timothy stopped. He didn't

had always been the perfect wife-gracious, considerate. Surely, she

I wasn't there for you. That's on me. But please take the gift, and let's not fight over

sounded sincere. His voice was gentle, even

gave him a

them in total. Today, Sheila

Jessica one of those castoffs, hoping to smooth

over.

she was worth to him?

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