Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 87

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."

his lead. Lately, she'd wanted to clear the air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about everything. But even if she had misunderstood, she couldn't

half-dressed, pulling on his shirt

and got up to find something to

feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such a moment. And it was already

remembered how Henry had run a fever a few nights ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and, for the first time, really understood how much Jessica had gone

should get some rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll take care

still wanted to go

see the

want to see him suffer any more than you do.

them these past few days was something he never wanted to experience again. All he wished for was to bring some peace back

want to hold him up, so she nodded and said

the door. Sheila was pacing anxiously in

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

to the guest room. Little Henry was

whispering, "Mommy...

always called for his mom. Old habits die hard,

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