Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 184

Everything had been settled. Even if Jessica was reluctant to return, she had no choice now.

By the time they arrived back at The Gilded Whisper Estates, it was already past midnight.

As fate would have it, Sheila was just stepping out of the house, a suitcase in tow.

"Timothy, Jessica. You're back," Sheila greeted them, a gentle smile on her lips. Jessica's expression was cold and indifferent. Whatever happened to Sheila had nothing to do with her.

It was Timothy who spoke, his voice neutral. "You're leaving?"

Sheila nodded. "I've been staying at your place these past few days, and I don't want to trouble you any longer. I have to start at Ines's studio tomorrow, and it's a bit far from here. I booked a hotel closer to work."

Timothy's brow furrowed slightly. "What if you have another allergy flare-up?"

He remembered Henry mentioning that Sheila tended to be allergic to hotel bedding, which was why she'd been staying with them in the first place.

Jessica had no patience for any of this. Without a word, she walked towards the house.

Sheila hurried to reassure Timothy, "It's fine, really. You know me it's just the linens. I've already purchased my own and had them sent to the hotel."

shutting out the rest of

it was just about the

smile played at the corners of Jessica's mouth. Something so simple

yet it had become Timothy's excuse to let Sheila move into The

driver take you," Timothy offered, making no

her red lips together and said, "That's not necessary. Besides... Jessica probably minds, considering our history. Maybe you could talk to her, clear things up. I imagine that's why she doesn't like me very much. Honestly, it's my fault for not leaving sooner, making things tense between you two. I feel terrible

"It's not your fault. Don't take it to heart. You'll be working with Ines for a while, and a hotel isn't a long-term

"No need, really. I've already contacted a realtor. It's just me, so I'll buy a small

her suitcase behind her and

Timothy stood there, frowning.

would always

grown up in luxury-how could

emigrated and the city redeveloped the area. They'd sold off the rest of their properties too, once it was clear they wouldn't return. That was why Sheila had nowhere to stay but hotels

was still one villa

phone

she saw his name flash on the screen. A small, satisfied smile appeared on her

"Hello, Timothy?"

with the hotel," he said. "Go to Moonstrand Villas.

what Sheila had