Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 460

When Jessica opened her eyes again, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

Startled, she shot upright in bed.

She'd gone to bed early last night, exhausted from the day. How did she end up somewhere else?

She pulled open the curtains. Outside the balcony, the ocean stretched as far as she could see.

Jessica hurried out of the bedroom.

In the open-plan living area of the villa, Timothy was sitting at the dining table.

"Awake?" he asked, calm as ever.

This strange villa made it instantly clear to Jessica: she was almost certainly no longer in Riverside City.

She strode toward Timothy, her gaze icy.

"Where are we?"

"Have some breakfast first," he replied, setting the silverware on the table with practiced elegance.

"Timothy!" Her voice trembled with anger as she glared at him.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. He must have brought her here. There was no way she could have slept all the way from The Gilded Whisper Estates to here without waking up, and now it was morning.

She tried to remember last night. After getting home, she'd only had a glass of water.

So, he must have drugged her.

"What did you put in my water?"

Her health wasn't great to begin with. She couldn't risk strange substances.

Timothy answered without missing a beat, "Just something to help you sleep. Don't worry, it wasn't a sedative. It won't hurt you."

Her frustration was boiling

if I've brought you here, I don't intend to let you go back

cold as ice. She felt like he'd lost his mind-his actions had become

after everything that's happened to our marriage,

haven't had

out her phone, hoping to figure out her location, but there

tone lazy and indifferent. "This is a private island. There's no one

"Otherwise what?"

and inscrutable. "Otherwise, I might just

tablecloth, and yanked. Breakfast crashed to the floor-soup

then, Timothy didn't get angry. He leaned on his cane and

housekeeper appeared, head bowed,

to prepare breakfast again, then

to change his

walked out of

was built right on the edge of

sea, the scenery almost

breathtaking, but she couldn't

it. She circled

just

were on an

no signal at all. She didn't even know where she was. Anger

villa, Timothy was sitting on the terrace overlooking the ocean,

light spilled over him, giving him an air

gentleman, yet everything he

pounding painfully in

wasn't blameless—she'd chosen him, after all. But now, at the end of their marriage, he still insisted on

stream of smoke. "I know

didn't care if she hated him

simply couldn't stand the thought of life without her.

her go and losing every

face hardened, her features

will it take for