Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 296

The weather had turned crisp after the harvest moon, a lingering chill in the air.

The water was colder than in summertime-a fine, relentless spray that left Jessica shivering in the tub, goosebumps rising on her skin. She couldn't stop trembling, no matter how hard she tried.

Timothy held her firmly in the bath. Jessica struggled, but he was unmoved, his eyes alight with an angry fire, as if determined to scrub her clean of something he couldn't bear.

Her whole body shook from the cold, damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead and tangling in her lashes.

At last, the water warmed, and Jessica's shivering eased a little, the heat seeping into her limbs. But nothing could reach her heart; it remained frozen.

Noticing her resistance had faded, Timothy seized her wrist, squeezing tight. He pumped liquid soap into his palm and began to scrub her hand, rough and unyielding.

His lips, usually soft and inviting, were pressed into a hard, thin line.

He scrubbed until the back of her hand burned, then grabbed the showerhead and rinsed away the suds.

Suddenly, the bruised, purplish marks around her wrist came into view, glaring against her pale skin. Even the back of her hand was flushed raw.

Timothy's movements stilled.

he realize how rough he'd

sat in the tub, expression blank, her beautiful

slipped from Timothy's hand, clattering against the porcelain. He reached for

"I'm sorry... I”

him to the edge, when he'd nearly

he'd

He'd left marks.

remembered her necklace couldn't get

throat. As she cupped the necklace in her hands, tears spilled down her cheeks, her face

her necklace away. It ended

racked

it to be repaired, and now, because of Timothy, it was ruined

flicker of remorse had softened Timothy's

it, choosing instead the necklace Herbert gave her. He hadn't even confronted her about it yet—and now, here she was, clutching Herbert's necklace, crying

his voice low and dangerous. "Is his gift really

tears only seemed to

touched her that she'd