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.

to act

danced dismissively through the air. "Like you said, that

set on this

smooth baritone had a hard edge,

a scene," she answered

his hair in frustration. He paced the luxurious carpet, then crouched again in

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

out a velvet box, flipped it open,

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.

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

tone, almost coaxing her. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. That's on me. But

His voice

gave him

brooches for Sheila-twenty-three of them in total. Today, Sheila wore one; the rest, no doubt, were destined for the

Jessica one of

over.

this what she was worth to him?

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