Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 465

Chapter 465

Jessica opened the door and stepped out.

Timothy was on the phone. The moment he saw her, he ended the call without hesitation.

"Changed your mind?" he asked.

"I'll agree to stay here for a week," Jessica replied, her voice steady. "But I want my bag back."

He'd told her that as long as she stayed with him for this one week, she could do whatever she wanted. Only when she left this island would she have a real

chance to get away.

Timothy said nothing.

She had to press on. "You can keep my ID and passport if you're that paranoid. But I need my bag. Give it back."

Timothy didn't answer. Instead, he walked to the dressing room and came out carrying a brand-new designer bag.

"If you want to carry a bag, I bought you a new one."

Jessica stared at the bag in his hand, its price tag probably enough to buy a small house, her brow furrowing in frustration.

She reached out and took it.

That seemed to please Timothy, a faint smile touching his lips.

In the next instant, she hurled the bag at his chest, her anger barely contained.

"I want my bag. Can't you understand? If you expect me to spend this week with you without losing my mind, then do as I say!"

She was on the verge of breaking down.

How could she have fallen in love with a man like this?

Learning that he'd almost married Sheila, that Sheila was the one he truly loved- those revelations had cut her deeply, but even then, she'd never lost control like this.

For seven years, she'd willingly trapped herself in this love, giving him her whole life.

But now, being manipulated like this, she was coming apart at the seams.

She couldn't calm herself. Despair burned in her eyes as she glared at him. "Do you realize I could die?"

Tears welled up, stinging her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

rawer than ever, and Timothy felt as if

what

bring your bag. How about I buy

Jessica felt hollow, defeated.

his air of refinement so out of reach. All his virtues belonged to others, outsiders. Never to

never understood a single word

want another bag. She wanted her

something she needed-something that could save her

shook her head, slowly backing away from

realized then: when pain reached its limit, tears

reached its limit, all she

near-broken state sent Timothy into

her shoulders, pulling her into

"Jessy, don't scare me."

as he stroked her back, desperate to

bag, I'll

How laughable.

than let her leave,

Jessica shoved him away.

want it

"Timothy."

with you this

you want to go, I'll

you want, I'll

won't fight. I

empty now,

yours. Seven years, or forever.

yet-why

was running out for

given a death

If she

heat she could be

Lovelet

she'd be reborn. But the new her would have no place

She agreed.

even taken a night for her

felt no joy,

veins were being pulled taut, binding him

cut into flesh.

remain calm, pushing down the fear clawing at

she stayed, that

decided to

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