Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He would never allow Timothy and Sheila to rekindle their old flame.

Timothy lounged carelessly against the back of the sofa, his lips pressed into a hard, thin line. His eyes-icy and sharp-locked onto Phelps with an unsettling intensity.

"You're really protective of her, aren't you?"

That piercing stare made Phelps deeply uncomfortable. His grandson had grown up, and more and more, he felt Timothy slipping out of his control.

"You married her, you have a son together. Naturally, I don't want to see your marriage fall apart."

A faint, cold smile flickered across Timothy's face. "Is that really the only reason, Grandfather?"

Phelps's lips trembled as if searching for the right words. His wrinkled hands clutched his cane in a white-knuckled grip.

"Timothy, don't be foolish."

"I know what I'm doing. But don't you think you owe me an explanation for announcing our marriage certificate so publicly?"

Phelps's faded eyes narrowed. "You've been married seven years. Your son is six. What's so wrong about making it public now?"

Timothy's long fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. "Is that what she told you?" Phelps looked genuinely puzzled. "Timothy, what are you getting at?"

"If she hadn't promised you something, would you really have gone so far as to use The Lawson Group's official account to announce our marriage?"

realization dawned across

a fit of anger, she refuses to come home?" Phelps's voice softened. "It wasn't her. It was

skeptically, his tapping fingers

insisted she

what he was talking

Timothy's handsome features darkened.

cane. "If she's upset, maybe you ought to ask yourself if you're the problem. You really are

that, Phelps walked

Timothy returned to The Gilded Whisper Estates. He carried Henry, sound asleep,

and gently took

"Where's Mrs. Lawson?"

with a suitcase,"

between Timothy's brows. "Did she say where

"She didn't."

Timothy turned and left the

him go, thinking, Well, at least he's

called Jessica. The call