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 bit

at the clock. It was already nearing

when Timothy strode over, scooping her effortlessly into

second as her feet left the ground, her

concern. "Save your

sink, grabbed her pale blue electric

she thought, I'll never survive his

casual. "I cleared my schedule for the next few days. I'll be home on time every night. I'll make arrangements for you to

down the toothbrush, then signed to

didn't want to give her supervisor hope only to let them

up as a pretext to negotiate their

yet, Timothy still hadn't tried to find a way for Sheila to become the

make things more complicated for her

know Ines better. Once

compromise, clearly wanting to keep

her away for work was out of the

would wait and see. He cared about Sheila too much—surely he wouldn't just ignore

getting ready,

were nowhere to

fetched a sun hat that matched her outfit and

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