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.

draw a clear line between them, the sooner the

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

took a sip of hot tea, then leaned in his strikingly handsome features filling her vision-pressed his

of the tea

tried to push him away, her

until she'd swallowed every drop of tea he'd

the heat-or

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

pure, vulnerable innocence delighted him. With a rough fingertip, he gently wiped the last trace of ginger tea from the corner of her

you wanted me to feed you like

she could react, he took another sip of tea and returned to kiss her again, catching Jessica off guard.

tea was sweet with a bitter edge-bitterness

the happiness and heartbreak Timothy had given her over

her this tenderness, would she have

the ginger tea spread through her, mingling with the heat of his hand, creating a

to go to the amusement

them, this moment might have been

was nothing but a beautiful

Timothy fed her another mouthful of

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