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

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

in his strikingly handsome features filling her vision-pressed his

of the tea flooded

him away, her face twisting with surprise

swallowed every drop of tea he'd passed to

burning from the heat-or maybe from something

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

With a rough fingertip, he gently wiped the last trace of

feed you like this," he murmured,

off guard. She didn't even have time to close her lips before

was sweet with a bitter edge-bitterness

and heartbreak Timothy had given her

but wonder: if he had always shown her

through her, mingling with the heat of his hand, creating a rush of comfort that pushed away the pain and left her dizzy

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

for everything that had happened between them, this moment might have

nothing but a beautiful illusion, as fleeting as dew in the

she began to collect herself, Timothy fed her another mouthful of ginger