Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 142

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,

then, the sound of a keycard in the lock. Sheila's hand on the handle-only to find

frowned, immediately

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

insistent ringing forced Timothy to let

unreadable as

where Timothy had rumpled them. He had

Timothy opened the door.

It was Sheila.

elegant features were frosted over with

"What is it?"

voice was cool, almost

her lips together, apologetic.

gone to the convention, Timothy had gone to get the car. Sheila had brought her luggage upstairs and, for convenience, had

just a bit. He walked over, dragged it out, and set it in front of

to stop her

of sadness welled

though a few creases lingered, and

hair

been with Jessica

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