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.

draw a clear line

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

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

the tea flooded Jessica's

to push him away, her face twisting with

didn't let go not until she'd swallowed every drop of tea he'd

coughed, her throat burning from the heat-or maybe

she stared

rough fingertip, he gently wiped the last trace of ginger tea from the corner

you like this," he murmured, "you only had to

kiss her again, catching Jessica off guard. She

was sweet with a bitter edge-bitterness wrapped

had given her over the

help but wonder: if he had always shown her this tenderness, would

the ginger tea spread through her, mingling with the heat of his hand, creating a rush of comfort that pushed

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

everything that had happened between them, this moment might

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

Timothy fed her another mouthful of ginger