Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 176

Sheila hurried out of the car, making her way over to them.

With an apologetic look, she turned to Jessica and tried to explain, "Jessica, please don't be mad at Kane. He's always been like that-joking around, speaking before he thinks. I already gave him a piece of my mind. But you not coming home... well, both Timothy and Henry were worried about you."

Jessica found these hollow words nauseating.

The way Timothy's friends treated her was a perfect reflection of Timothy's own attitude.

Then Sheila turned to Timothy, putting on a gentle voice. "Timothy, you shouldn't be upset with Kane either, okay?"

"I'm not that petty. It's late. You should get some rest," Timothy replied, his tone flat.

Without another word, he grabbed Jessica's hand and pulled her forcefully into the house.

Sheila stayed where she was, jaw clenched tight.

Timothy was caring more and more about Jessica. Tonight, he'd finally acknowledged her in front of everyone. Was it only a matter of time before he announced her identity to the world?

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Jessica yanked her hand free from Timothy's grip, her anger barely contained.

She had never felt so much pain in her heart.

six months left-she just wanted

he kept pushing her right up to

her life, done everything to step out of

stared at her flushed, angry face. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Are you really trying

it off with all her strength, and flung it aside. Her voice trembled with emotion, her gestures wild

were red and shining with

beautiful eyes now blazed

back of her head and crushed his lips

needed to

down hard on his lip-the taste of blood quickly spreading

refused to

aiming for the one place she'd heard men were

moment she moved, Timothy wedged his leg between hers, blocking her

fighting him,

wasn't until her hot tears scalded his lips that he finally released her, cupping

another, falling in a silent cascade. Her eyes

heart almost stopped. The pain in his chest was sharp and suffocating. Seven years

soft, pleading tears beneath him, each sparkling drop like a star-making him want to be gentle, to treasure

tenderly kissing