Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 134

"Don't leave me hanging like this... it's torture..."

His lips-cool and gentle-brushed against the side of her neck.

Jessica jolted, her hands pressing hard against his chest, trying to push him away.

But to Timothy, every bit of her resistance only read as coy reluctance.

He caught her wrists, pinning both arms above her head.

Getting her to surrender wasn't difficult for him. He always had his ways.

Timothy's expression was soft, but beneath that gentleness ran a current of unyielding dominance.

Jessica saw the storm brewing in his eyes.

She shook her head desperately. This time, after they'd come back to the room, he'd locked every door behind them.

If he truly wanted something from her, there would be no escape.

She was so anxious, tears pricked at her eyes.

Her lashes were damp, her cheeks flushed pink, heartbreakingly lovely and fragile.

in overpowering a woman. On the contrary, he valued the experience—he would give her

keycard in the lock. Sheila's hand on the

frowned, immediately

Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-

ringing forced Timothy to let go of

frowned, his strikingly handsome face cold and unreadable as he straightened

where Timothy had rumpled them. He had never once cared what

Timothy opened the door.

It was Sheila.

features were frosted over with icy

"What is it?"

was cool, almost

he wasn't in a good mood. She pressed her lips together, apologetic. "I... did I interrupt something? Sorry, but my suitcase

when they'd gone to the convention, Timothy had gone to get the car. Sheila had brought her luggage upstairs and, for convenience, had left it in

suitcase. The chill in his expression thawed just a bit. He walked over, dragged it out, and set it

made no move to

pang of sadness welled up in Sheila's

though a few creases

dark hair was slightly

been with Jessica just