Goodbye, Mr. Regret

After her shower, Jessica settled down at the desk and began sketching patterns onto the fabric spread before her.

She knew the fabric would fray once it was cut, and since she didn't have the right stiffening spray at home, she'd had a professional at the textile market handle it for her.

At least she wasn't a stranger to crafts-years of helping Henry with his paper- cutting projects had kept her hands nimble and her lines steady.

Her movements were fluid, almost instinctive.

Still, after that dizzy spell this morning-passing out in the car and ending up in the hospital-she wasn't quite herself. A dull ache pulsed in her abdomen.

When she'd first heard the diagnosis-cancer-she hadn't believed it. She'd always felt healthy, never had any pain. The only time she could recall real discomfort was that one day her stomach hurt so badly she'd gone to the hospital -and that was when her world shattered.

Life could change in an instant.

The doctor had warned her: if she was feeling pain, it meant things were already serious.

Ever since then, even the smallest twinge seemed magnified.

She stood up and took a couple of pills, waiting for the pain to subside, then quietly returned to her work.

Ten minutes later, there was a soft chime.

The door opened.

turned. Timothy had already stepped

narrowed, brows

entered with a chill in his demeanor,

continuing her careful lines

gaze was cold, his handsome face

had come to her, yet

moment, he

caught the faint scent of sandalwood, her hand pausing for just

a while, then finally spoke, his voice low and gravelly—almost beautiful in its roughness. "So, how long

her

sound in the bedroom was the scratch of her pencil against

stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed the pencil from her hand and tossed it onto the desk. He gripped her chin,

going

and distant, yet her eyes glistened with

moment, something tightened in

He released her jaw.

to my grandfather. It

pocket, he produced a velvet box. He took out

sparkled, catching the