She had just raised her hand, about to ask him what was really going on between him and Sheila.

But Timothy caught her hand, pulling her beneath him without giving her a chance speak, clearly unwilling to waste a moment of their time together as husband and wife.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head and kissed her, shutting down any attempt at conversation.

Tonight, he was relentless.

Just as Jessica felt herself starting to unravel, a sudden, frantic knock sounded

from the hallway.

Timothy froze mid-motion.

"Timothy? Jessica? Are you two awake? Henry's stomach hurts really badly-he's crying..."

Sheila's voice trembled on the other side of the door, tinged with panic.

Timothy immediately rolled off Jessica.

"Go check on him for a moment-I'll be there right away."

wanted to clear the air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about

already half-dressed, pulling on his

her silk robe and

frustrated after being

whole night and, for the

said gently. "I'll take care

to go with

the

he reassured her. "Don't worry. He's my son too-I don't want to see him suffer any more than

to calm her down. The tension between them these past few days was something he never wanted to experience

to hold him up, so she

opened the door. Sheila was pacing anxiously

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

Henry was curled up

whispering,

always called for his mom. Old habits die hard,

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