Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 124

"Timothy, are you there?"

It was Sheila's voice.

Timothy rolled off Jessica, pulling the covers over her naked body.

He hadn't even bothered to close the bedroom door when he brought Jessica in, still flush from their passion.

Now footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting closer.

"Timothy?" Sheila called again, her voice right outside.

"I'm in the bedroom," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Wait for me in the living room."

"Oh, all right," Sheila answered, her footsteps retreating.

Timothy had only slipped off his jacket. Now, with deliberate composure, he tidied his clothes, shrugged his jacket back on, and left the room.

Jessica felt a wave of humiliation wash over her.

bedsheets to hide her shame, while Timothy walked away looking as dignified

same apartment-otherwise, why else would she barge in

he'd just done to Jessica,

Timothy and Sheila, living together under one roof, were just

home right in front of

Sheila's voice drifted in from the other room. Jessica could hear them talking, and realized Sheila wouldn't be coming in for now. She gathered her clothes

mess Timothy had left her in. She needed to wash every trace of him off before

the shower; the steady rush of

in the bedroom,"

to the coffee table and landed on the silver

pretended not

her own gift first. Even if Jessica had one now, she'd be left to wonder. That

kept up her usual act, all sweetness

us," Timothy replied quietly. He had no intention of leaving

of bitterness crossed Sheila's face, but she forced a bright smile. "Since I got back, I haven't properly seen Jessica. It's lunchtime-why don't I treat you both to

it. Maybe she was

lunch was a chance to clear