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

pulling on his shirt with practiced

and got up to find something to

she must be feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such a

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

rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll take

still wanted to go with

could see the

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

never wanted to experience again. All he wished for was to bring some peace back into their

up, so she nodded and

was pacing anxiously in

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

rushed upstairs to the guest room. Little Henry was curled up in a ball, clutching his stomach and

kept whispering,

always called for his mom. Old habits die hard, especially

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