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

at her-really looked at her, his gaze warm and steady, lingering on her beautiful face. "You must know, Jessy, that if I've brought you here, I don't intend to let you go back so soon. Don't be angry. You're here now-make the best of it. We have

as ice. She felt like he'd lost

everything that's happened to our marriage, what's the point of

I haven't had a real meal in days. Let's

hoping to figure out her location, but there was no signal

leisurely ladled some soup, his tone lazy 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

"Otherwise what?"

gaze, eyes dark and inscrutable. "Otherwise, I might just

grabbed the tablecloth, and yanked. Breakfast crashed to the

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

appeared, head bowed, and quickly

the kitchen to prepare breakfast again,

to change

out of the

on the

sea, the scenery almost

breathtaking, but she couldn't

it. She

just as

an

at all. She didn't even know

she returned to the villa, Timothy was sitting on

over him, giving him an

the perfect gentleman,

her heart pounding painfully in her chest. "Timothy, I

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

a slow stream of smoke. "I know you

care if she hated him

the thought of life without her. Keeping

her go and losing every chance

hardened, her features tight

take for