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."

we?" Her frustration was boiling over. "I want to go

I've brought you here, I don't intend to let you go back so soon. Don't be angry. You're here

felt like he'd lost his mind-his actions had become

our marriage, what's the point

discuss that now. I haven't had a real meal

phone, hoping to figure out her location, but there

and indifferent. "This is a private island. There's no one else here. If you behave and stay put for a few days, I'll take

"Otherwise what?"

dark and inscrutable. "Otherwise, I might just

crashed

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

appeared, head bowed, and quickly

the kitchen to prepare breakfast again,

to change his

walked out of the

on the

sea, the scenery almost

breathtaking, but she couldn't

She

and just

on an

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

Timothy was sitting on the terrace overlooking the ocean, smoking a

spilled over him, giving him an air of

every bit the perfect gentleman, yet everything he did

pounding painfully in her chest.

imagined she'd say those words to him. She knew she wasn't blameless—she'd chosen him, after all. But now, at the end of their marriage, he still insisted on forcing her

stream of smoke. "I know you

didn't care if she hated him

the thought of life without her. Keeping her nearby

and

face hardened, her

take