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.

wanted was to draw a clear

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

hot tea, then leaned in his strikingly handsome features filling her vision-pressed his lips to hers, and held her jaw, forcing

warmth of the tea flooded Jessica's

her face twisting with

she'd swallowed every

the heat-or maybe from

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 ginger

wanted me to feed you like this," he

to kiss her again, catching Jessica off guard. She didn't even have time to close her lips before

was sweet with a bitter

heartbreak Timothy had given her

if he had always shown her this tenderness, would she have

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

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

for everything that had happened between them, this

better. This was nothing but a beautiful illusion, as fleeting

began to collect herself, Timothy fed her another mouthful