Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 143

"Jessica."

Timothy's voice brushed against her ear, low and warm, his breath stirring the air between them and making her head spin.

"Try to get some sleep."

His hand moved gently over her lower abdomen, soothing her.

Her heart fluttered and ached at once.

He didn't even realize how seductive his tenderness was.

Before long, she drifted off, lost in a hazy, comforting drowsiness.

The next morning.

Jessica opened her eyes to find the bed beside her empty. From the bathroom came the soft sounds of running water and the clink of toiletries.

She slipped out from under the covers. To her surprise, the cramps she'd suffered the night before had vanished completely.

Timothy stepped out of the bathroom.

He looked impeccable-dressed in a crisp suit, hair neatly combed, clean-shaven and radiant. Handsome to the point of perfection.

sleeping a

It was already

was just about to stand up when Timothy

split second as her feet left the ground,

with concern. "Save your strength. I'll carry

set her down in front of the sink, grabbed her pale blue electric toothbrush, squeezed out a perfect stripe of toothpaste, and handed it

heart isn't stronger, she thought, I'll

and casual. "I cleared my schedule for the next few days. I'll be home on time every

rinsed her mouth and put down the toothbrush, then signed to him,

supervisor hope

as a pretext to negotiate their

to find a way for Sheila to become the supervisor's

only make things more

know Ines better. Once you've talked it over, let me know. I'll make

willing to compromise, clearly wanting

work was out of the question; nothing could be allowed to disrupt the

said nothing more. She would wait and see. He cared about Sheila too much—surely he wouldn't

finished getting ready, Timothy

Sheila were nowhere to be seen. Jessica

a sun hat that matched her outfit and

up. You weren't feeling well last night, so I told him not to wake you. The driver's already taken him.