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

knit together. "You're kicking me

answer

warning, 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 the holiday together, worked all day, and now, at this hour, you

Jessica nearly lost it.

been the one to toss

an eye, it was as if

they mean-no hard feelings. Whatever we argued about,

forth only wasted their time-time that slipped away, irretrievable. Instead of letting it go to waste, he'd rather swallow his pride

what man loses face by conceding

arms, if he refused to let go, she'd

in, making a gesture. "I'll set up a room for you.

to throw him out, if he was determined to

Timothy

her rumpled clothes and led him to one of

belonged to her mother. The other was her grandmother's. It wouldn't be right for Timothy to sleep

today and hadn't had time to make the bed. Moving efficiently, she took fresh linens from the closet, spread them neatly, and

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