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

dismissively through the air.

really set on

baritone had a

she answered

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

said, jaw tight. "Seven years of marriage—we've always

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

City and my flight was delayed. When

she wouldn't hold a petty grudge over something

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

sounded sincere. His voice was

just gave

Sheila-twenty-three of them in total. Today, Sheila wore

was offering Jessica one of those castoffs, hoping to smooth

over.

wife. Was this what she was worth to him? Only what was left over after he'd given the best to

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