Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Jessy?"

Timothy lingered outside the bathroom for quite some time, growing uneasy at the silence within. There was no sound of running water, and with her fever prone to returning, he grew worried that Jessica might be burning up again.

"Jessy, why is it so quiet in there?"

Hurriedly, Jessica turned on the shower, letting the water cascade down with a steady patter. Only then did Timothy stop knocking.

She picked up her phone and sent Herbert another message:

[I know you mean well, but do you really think leaving the Wheeler family will make Timothy go easy on them? He won't. I can handle this myself. I'm busy now, so don't try to do anything reckless, and don't contact me for the time being. I'll reach out if I get the chance.]

After sending it, Jessica deleted their entire chat history.

Setting her phone aside, she finally stepped into the shower.

The sound of water echoing through the bathroom set Timothy's imagination running wild. He couldn't help but recall the scene at the hospital earlier that day. She was so tempting.

found it nearly impossible to restrain himself. It was no surprise she'd gotten pregnant with Henry so

often kept him traveling, had always provided convenient distractions, allowing him

time, he'd waited far

Tonight, no matter what, he was going to have

is just being stubborn. Jessica

Timothy decided to force his way tonight, she'd

grabbed her phone and finally accepted Sheila's

chimed with a new message. She hadn't expected Jessica to

sent over a single question

Jessica quickly replied:

want something to happen between us, you'd

nearly ground her teeth to dust. But she

it, Jessica stepped

door than Timothy strode in, eyes darkening as he took in her freshly-showered, glowing skin. He grabbed her by the waist, pressing her back against the wall, the

handsome features drew close, lips nearly brushing hers-when suddenly,