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.

Timothy felt as if an invisible rope was tightening around

didn't understand what she

"I didn't bring your bag.

Jessica felt hollow, defeated.

her-so handsome, so tall, his air of refinement so out of reach. All his virtues belonged to others, outsiders.

never understood a single word she

didn't want another bag.

something she needed-something that could save her

head, slowly backing away

pain reached its limit,

pain reached its limit, all

state sent Timothy

shoulders, pulling her into his arms and holding her

"Jessy, don't scare me."

stroked her back, desperate

really want your bag, I'll send

How laughable.

else than let

Jessica shoved him away.

want it

"Timothy."

stay with

to

you want, I'll

won't fight. I

eyes were empty now, stripped

life is yours. Seven

know yet-why only seven

was running out

been given a death

If she

heat she could be

Lovelet

reborn. But the new her would have no place for

She agreed.

a night for her to

joy, not even

the threads of his veins were being pulled taut,

cut into flesh.

remain calm, pushing down the fear

long as she stayed,

decided to go

made up his mind: he d use this