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."

frustration was boiling over. "I want

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

ice. She felt like he'd lost

everything that's happened to our marriage, what's

haven't had a real meal in days.

out her location, but there was no signal

one else here. If you behave

"Otherwise what?"

his gaze, eyes dark and inscrutable.

yanked. Breakfast crashed to the floor-soup

angry. He leaned on his cane and stood. "Someone clean this

housekeeper appeared, head bowed, and quickly tidied

kitchen to prepare breakfast again, then disappeared into

to change his

out of the

right on the edge

sea, the scenery almost

breathtaking, but she couldn't

it. She circled

and just as Timothy

an

signal at all. She didn't even know where she was. Anger

villa, Timothy was sitting on the terrace

light spilled over him, giving him an air of refined

bit the perfect gentleman, yet everything he did was utterly

him, her heart pounding

to him. She knew she wasn't blameless—she'd chosen him, after all. But now, at the end of their marriage,

of smoke.

if

stand the thought of

go and

her features tight and

it take for