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.

was to draw a clear line between them, the

fingers reached

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

warmth of the

him away, her face twisting with surprise

let go not until she'd swallowed every

from the heat-or

she stared up at the impossibly

mood seemed to lift; her pure, vulnerable innocence delighted him. With a rough fingertip, he gently wiped the last trace of ginger

to feed you like

Jessica off guard. She didn't even have time to close her lips before more hot tea

sweet with a bitter edge-bitterness wrapped in

and heartbreak Timothy had given her

help but wonder: if he had always shown her this tenderness, would she have drowned in it long

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

Henry wants to go to the amusement park tomorrow.

happened between them, this moment might have been picture-perfect—a happy little

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

as she began to collect herself, Timothy fed her another