Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 211

When he was a kid, he'd been a little troublemaker-snipping off the pigtails that little girl had worked so hard to grow. Mrs. Zimmerman had been furious, ready to give him a good scolding, but it was the girl herself who pleaded on his behalf. She'd insisted it didn't matter; she was pretty enough that even losing her pigtails wouldn't make a difference. She wasn't upset at all.

She was such a sweet, clever little thing. He'd always spoiled her like a kid sister -until, sadly, she disappeared one day.

Vince's enthusiasm for Jessica probably stemmed from the fact that her gentle nature reminded him of his own little sister.

Yates took a drag from his cigarette just as Timothy arrived. "Why aren't you inside?"

Yates raised his hand, cigarette pinched between his fingers. "Didn't you see I'm out here smoking? Want one?"

He pulled out his pack, shook one loose, and offered it to Timothy.

Timothy took it.

The night was seductive, the outdoor lights casting a dim glow. Two striking, distinguished men stood cloaked in pale blue smoke a sight for sore eyes. "You know, Timothy, I've noticed you seem to have a soft spot for gentle girls." Timothy blew out a stream of smoke, his sharp brows arching, voice cool. "Do I?" "When we were kids, you were pretty fond of Vince's little sister. Remember when we played house? You even dragged her over to divorce me. Forgotten that?"

"That was ages ago. Does it even count?"

kids. But what about

lady in the Howard family, her personality

sister-she'd been a natural from the start,

dwelling

were cool,

the distant past doesn't count, and the recent

his lips together

press. "Your wife's inside. I just bumped into your

paused, clicking his tongue. "Your wife's not much of a talker. If someone bullies her, she doesn't fight back. Looks pretty pitiful, honestly. I bet she's had a rough time with your

"Don't talk nonsense."

walked over to the nearest trash can, tossed his cigarette, and came back to clap Timothy on the shoulder. "The way a man treats his wife sets the tone for how everyone else does, Timothy. I'm not blind, you know. As your friend, let me give you

took a deep drag from his cigarette. "You talk like you're some kind of

may not be married, but I haven't exactly

all, Yates had been in the film industry for a while, and if there was one thing that

"Timothy, Yates."