Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 182

Timothy's deep, husky voice was laced with a sensual magnetism, every word coaxing and dangerously inviting. It was the kind of voice that could pull you under if you weren't careful.

Jessica froze for a second, caught off guard by the way his tone seemed to wrap around her. But she snapped out of it quickly, her resolve hardening.

With a firm gesture, she made herself clear. "I want nothing but my own money."

Timothy didn't get angry. What had happened last night at the Red House still lingered in his mind as a source of guilt. He had to admit-he'd neglected her for years. If she was upset, if she wanted to make a scene, he could hardly blame her.

He gave a soft, almost self-deprecating smile. "If you only care about your money, then what were these past seven years for? Don't be silly. Be good, alright?"

Seven years. Seven wasted years. Did he really think she'd sign on for seven more?

Sorry.

She was fresh out.

All she had left was six months.

And for these last six months, she was going to live for herself.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Watching her hands as she signed, Timothy's lips pressed into a thin, hard line. The warmth in his voice faded, replaced by something heavier. "So you've really decided to leave your husband and child behind?"

Jessica nodded without hesitation.

a long, unsteady breath, his eyes growing

he was thinking. She didn't

a long silence, he finally asked,

asked her that, not once since she'd

him a lengthy answer. Her hands moved, her expression

promise of change. Tired of the same old routine, day in and day out. Tired of waiting-hopelessly for a man who would never love

all of it.

grew

She was tired.

itch, finally

just have trouble with

even his

was always a way out for those who were determined

don't we use this month-give us one more chance? If you still want a

paused, eyes narrowing

the scales in his favor. He laid out the terms so logically

Timothy, not in the short term. His suggestion was the

a businessman-cunning, calculating. She had to be

change your mind in a month?" Her

she was wavering, so he offered her reassurance. "I'll have my lawyer draft an agreement." His voice was steady, his gaze locked on hers. "If you're worried, I can call