Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He arrived at Jessica's hotel in record time.

As soon as he pushed the car door open and stepped out, he spotted Jessica emerging from the lobby.

The man who had given her the voice-emitting necklace was waving to her across the drive.

When Jessica reached the car, the man-Herbert-opened the passenger door for her with exaggerated courtesy.

Jessica's smile was dazzling.

A surge of anger overwhelmed Timothy, darkening his expression in an instant.

He strode forward, shouldered Herbert aside, and, with one swift motion, pulled Jessica into his arms.

Their eyes met-Timothy and Herbert-and sparks seemed to crackle in the air between them.

A subtle scent of cologne and tobacco wafted toward Jessica. She looked up. Timothy's gaze was icy as he stared Herbert down.

"Excuse me," Timothy's voice was low and refined, but the underlying dominance was unmistakable, "but aren't you aware she's a married woman?"

Herbert pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and gave a lazy, irreverent grin.

"Jessica and I grew up together. It's just a friendly meeting-no need to let your imagination run wild."

calling Jessica "Mute." He had hated it then, and hearing Herbert call her "Little Mute" now made

squirmed in Timothy's embrace, trying to

Timothy fixed Herbert with a mocking, chilling

weight to those last

glance at Herbert, he dragged Jessica back toward his car. Herbert took a few steps after them, his brows furrowed,

Jessica into the passenger seat and slammed the

tearing away from the hotel and heading straight

parked, either-stomping on the brake. Jessica jolted forward from the force, but the seatbelt

was thick with tension, the anger

shot her a frosty glance, then climbed out, leaving

circled the car and yanked open

"Get out."

ahead, refusing to acknowledge

jaw, his gaze hard as steel.

Bang!

a force that made

away without a

up in time to see him