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.

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

Sheila's hand on the handle-only to find

immediately

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

Timothy

cold and unreadable as he straightened his

clothes where Timothy had rumpled them. He had never once

Timothy opened the door.

It was Sheila.

were

"What is it?"

voice was cool, almost

together, apologetic. "I... did I interrupt

that morning, when they'd gone to the convention, Timothy had gone to get the car. Sheila had brought her luggage

just a bit. He walked over, dragged it out,

made no move to stop her

pang of sadness welled up in Sheila's

shirt was crisp, though a few creases

hair was

with Jessica

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