Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica was married to Timothy.

He was a man at the very top of the social pyramid, the kind whose household was likely staffed with countless servants, tending to his every need. As for Jessica-well, she was a woman of privilege now, a lady of the manor. There was no reason for her to work herself to exhaustion or even lose sleep over daily chores.

Herbert gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He couldn't bring himself to stop driving. Instead, he kept circling the outskirts of Azurehaven, inching along the quiet roads.

He didn't pull over until the gas tank was empty.

When they finally rolled into a gas station and the car came to a halt, Jessica slowly opened her eyes.

She'd thought they were home, but quickly realized they were somewhere unfamiliar a gas station in the middle of nowhere.

Worried that she might barrage him with questions, Herbert flashed her a reassuring smile. "We're in town now, not far from your place. No idea what happened today, but traffic on the highway was a nightmare."

Once Jessica was fully awake, she realized she was starving. She fished out her phone and was shocked to see that it was already past one in the afternoon.

So they really had been stuck in traffic for ages.

She quickly signed her question to Herbert: "Are you hungry?"

one. Of course I

again, telling him she wanted to

was more than happy

filling up the tank and paying, he drove

at that very moment,

spent the entire previous night in negotiations with clients, compressing two or three days' worth of work into a single marathon session. By the time he finally returned home, dawn was already

room, where Sheila

you eaten?" Timothy asked,

yet. I was waiting

slept so long. Come on, let's

beside her, catching sight of her

for a moment. "Are you working on that Grand Canal,

I wanted to see if I could recreate the effect, see if my skills measure up. Timothy, I really appreciate what you and Henry

returned from overseas, he'd taken her straight to

take a

down, taking hold of