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.

but he wasn't the type to take pleasure in overpowering a woman. On the contrary, he valued

lock. Sheila's hand on the handle-only to find the door

frowned, immediately

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

insistent ringing forced Timothy to let

face cold and unreadable as he

clothes where Timothy had rumpled them.

Timothy opened the door.

It was Sheila.

features were frosted

"What is it?"

voice was cool, almost

a good mood. She pressed her lips together, apologetic. "I... did I interrupt something?

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

her suitcase. The chill in his expression thawed just a bit. He

no move to stop

sadness welled up

crisp, though a few

hair was

he'd been with Jessica