Chapter 458

Sheila opened the door, surprised to find Timothy standing there.

"Timothy, come in. Have a seat."

She reached out, ready to steady him, but Timothy sidestepped her hand. "I can walk on my own."

His sudden coldness stung in a way Sheila couldn't quite put into words. Still, she swallowed her discomfort.

"I'll make you some coffee."

"No need. I won't be staying long."

Sheila felt even more at a loss. What was he here for, then?

Timothy settled into the living room armchair. "Sit down."

Uneasy, Sheila perched on the edge of the couch.

Looking directly at her, Timothy got right to the point. "I just stopped by Ines's studio. From her, I learned that the reason she gave that painting, The Grand Canal, Venice, to Henry, was because she saw Jessy's style in one of Henry's papercut illustrations. So, that painting can't stay with you. I'm here to take it back."

Sheila stared at him, stunned.

This was the first time he'd ever asked to take back something he'd given her.

He really was starting to care more about Jessica.

But she didn't argue. "I see. Since it's hard for you to get around, I'll have someone bring it to you later."

his mother in public-please correct him

felt to Sheila as though everything had changed

to

the edge in his own words and tried to explain. "I don't want our family to fall apart. I used to think she could understand our relationship, but I've realized recently that she can't. I hope you won't

strained smile. "Timothy, it's

you're not getting any younger. I hope you'll

her smile

do you realize what you're

"I do."

me, then I'm your aunt—and as your elder, what right

when Timothy wanted to marry her, they were equals. But if he refused her

family registration was with the Howards. She was Sandra and Abell's daughter, Timothy's aunt in every

gaze lingered on

the first time Sheila had ever used her

together, almost as equals, so I shouldn't have said that.

I gave up back then? For seven years, I kept my distance, never crossing the line, and you know exactly why. You

years, I've racked my brain looking for ways to solve our problem, to bridge what separated us.

broke at the

from seven years ago—-the one who'd defied his family

if we got married, we'd keep

"That wasn't love."

Sheila felt herself unraveling.

still a virgin, never even dated, never experienced the warmth

he turn away so

"Then what was it?"

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