Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 239

What woman could ever accept her husband investing in a film just for his mistress?

Jessica refused to answer. Even one more word with him, she thought, would probably shave a month off her life.

She lifted her hand weakly. "I'm tired. I need to get some rest."

It was as clear a dismissal as any.

Timothy glanced at his watch. It was late, and he didn't press her for an immediate answer.

Mr. Smith wasn't leaving right away he could give her some time to think it over.

"Alright. Get some sleep," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "We'll head back to Riverside City early tomorrow. By the way, where's the bathroom? I need a shower."

Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief.

Was he seriously asking where the bathroom was?

Did he plan to stay here tonight?

her fingers, impatient. "I meant you should head home early. Don't you

knit together.

Her answer

scooped her into his arms, holding her tight, his gaze smoldering. "Heartless little thing. I just drove over two hours to pick you up so we can spend

Jessica nearly lost it.

Eatery, he'd been the

he have selective amnesia? In the blink of an eye,

went on, “But women always say the opposite of what they mean-no hard feelings. Whatever we argued about, let's just leave it in

slipped away, irretrievable. Instead

man loses face by conceding to his

strength. In his arms, if he refused

a gesture. "I'll set up a room for

him out, if he was

compromise, Timothy finally set her

clothes and led him

spare rooms in the house. The one she used had belonged to her mother. The other was her grandmother's. It wouldn't be right for Timothy to sleep

had time to make the bed. Moving efficiently, she took fresh linens from the closet, spread them neatly, and fitted