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."

the Lawsons back at the family estate, one after the other calling Jessica "Mute." He had hated it then, and hearing Herbert call her "Little Mute"

squirmed in Timothy's embrace, trying

refusing to let her go. Timothy fixed Herbert with a mocking, chilling smile. "Childhood friend-how convenient. I don't care who you

gave particular weight to those

steps after

the passenger seat and

hit the gas, tearing away from the hotel

Jessica jolted forward from the force, but the

inside the car was thick with tension, the

a frosty glance, then climbed out, leaving her

the car and

"Get out."

ahead,

his jaw, his gaze hard as steel. "You're not

Bang!

with a

without

in time to see him disappear into