Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 207

She thought, Larkin would definitely love this.

After all, it was Larkin who had given the photo to the gallery in the first place.

Once the piece was framed, the shop owner wrapped it carefully in a layer of crimson cloth to protect it on the road.

Jessica paid for everything, left the delivery address, and scheduled for it to arrive later that evening.

The papercut was quite large-nearly six feet long-making it impossible to carry home herself.

She'd been up until nearly 2 a.m. last night, then woke at dawn to work on it, finally finishing by late afternoon.

Fortunately, she hadn't lost her touch. If her hands weren't steady, there simply wouldn't have been enough time.

As Jessica stepped out of the framing shop, her phone buzzed with a message from Vince.

"Jessica, I'm outside your building. I came to pick you up-are you not home?"

She hadn't expected Vince to show up in person.

"I'm out, but I'll be back right away," she replied.

"I'll wait for you."

When Jessica arrived home, she found two people standing at her door.

One carried an impressively large bag, while the other struggled with several boxes in his arms.

"Jessica, open up!"

her instantly at ease, the sort of easy charm that made people want

what Vince was planning, but she couldn't very well leave her guests standing out in the

let them in. Vince stepped inside and said, "This is the makeup artist I arranged. The boxes have

gift, had completely

tonight, after all-no way she could show up

a message on her phone: "Thank you for going

wouldn't have time to get everything ready, living way out here. Go on, get changed and let the makeup artist work her magic -the

makeup artist

Timothy, asking him not to come by,

make sure Jessica would be

was a

business world, practically

no slouch himself he was even a

1.n

he had to admit he

behind

of ruthless skill.

much that could throw

Vince was curious-was there truly nothing that could shake Timothy's

as Mrs. Timothy Lawson. Vince could easily guess why: the Lawson

probably didn't want to admit that

if he had, why keep it a secret

tonight, all the answers would come