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.

wanted to spend that time quietly,

kept pushing her right

in her life, done everything to step out of their

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

hand, pried it off with all her strength, and flung it aside. Her voice trembled with emotion, her gestures wild and desperate. "I want

red and shining with

now blazed with sparks of

the back of her head and crushed his

needed to be

bit down hard on his lip-the taste

Timothy refused to let her

tried to knee him, aiming for the one place she'd heard men

wedged his leg between hers,

him, struggling against

that he finally released her, cupping her face as

one after another, falling in a silent cascade. Her eyes were so

heart almost stopped. The pain in his chest was sharp and suffocating. Seven years of marriage, and he had never seen her cry

times she ever cried before were soft, pleading tears beneath him, each sparkling drop like a star-making him want to

tenderly kissing