Chapter 295

Timothy didn't so much as flinch.

Herbert's fist, thrown with all the force he could muster, connected hard with the side of Timothy's face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Timothy's mouth.

Unhurried, Timothy raised his thumb and wiped the blood away.

He didn't fight back. Herbert, seeing that, suddenly found the urge to keep swinging just draining out of him.

Timothy pulled a wet wipe from the table and slowly dabbed at the blood on his fingertips, oddly struck by a fleeting appreciation for the old man's scheming. At least now he knew one thing: Jessica genuinely cared about The Wheeler Group.

He stood up, taking his time. Herbert was tall-six-foot-one, maybe a touch more. At that height, anyone could be intimidating.

the unmistakable air of someone born with every advantage, still managed to overshadow

But I don't take

feel her anger boiling over at

out: "And what about me? If I hit

tongue against the roof of his mouth. Every muscle in his body seemed

at you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to eat. Dinner's cold, my appetite's gone. Go cool off, and make it up to

seized Jessica's

Jessica toward the

choice but to go

knew she couldn't let her own decisions

Herbert caught up, gripping her other hand. "You're not going

went back, he'd never see her free again, that she'd be trapped in that miserable marriage, losing herself all

the last of his composure. He stepped forward and clamped down on Herbert's wrist. "Touch her again, and I swear you'll never

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