Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 142

Jessica's face had turned pale, her gentle eyes frozen in a moment of shock.

Timothy's tenderness poured over her like a wash of moonlight-so overwhelming, she felt as if she might drown in it.

A deep, gnawing fear rose inside her.

She was terrified of falling for him again.

Hidden beneath the silk comforter, her hand clenched into a tight fist, fingernails

digging into her palm for a sharp sting that helped anchor her in reality.

She pressed her lips together and turned her delicate face slightly away.

She wanted nothing from him-not even his kindness.

Timothy, unusually patient tonight, spoke in a low, velvety voice. "Don't want me to feed you like this?"

She didn't quite understand what he meant.

No matter how much she hurt, she didn't want to accept his help—not even a cup of hot tea from his hands.

clear line between

Timothy's long, elegant fingers reached out and gently lifted

hot tea, then leaned in his strikingly handsome features filling her vision-pressed his lips

the

away, her face twisting with

she'd swallowed every

throat burning from the heat-or maybe from something else

eyes shimmered, wide and wet, as she stared up at

him. With a rough fingertip,

you wanted me to feed you like this," he murmured, "you

of tea and returned to kiss her again, catching Jessica off guard. She didn't even have time to close her lips

was sweet with a

had given her over

always shown her this tenderness, would she

hand, creating a rush of

"Drink up, sweetheart. Henry wants to go to the amusement park tomorrow. If your cramps don't get better, it'll be a rough

happened between them,

better. This was nothing but a beautiful illusion, as fleeting as dew in the morning

Timothy fed her another mouthful