Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Their table occupied the best spot in the entire hall-a vantage point with a perfect view of everything.

It wasn't just Timothy who noticed Jessica; the moment Sheila glanced up, she saw her too.

Almost immediately, Sheila's gaze shifted to Timothy.

Timothy was staring intently at the entrance, his eyes locked on Jessica.

"Timothy, is Jessica here for you? I tried to wave her over, but she didn't seem to notice us."

"Sheila," Timothy's deep, cold eyes flickered as he finally looked away. Cigarette smoke curled between his fingers, and the way he sat―elegant, composed-only made him more dangerously attractive in the low light. "Leave her be."

Sheila stared at him in disbelief.

Kane glanced at Sheila, then at Timothy, picking up on the tension.

Yates was watching them too, curiosity piqued.

Kane couldn't hold back any longer; with his trademark roguish grin, he drawled, "So, who's this Jessica you're all talking about? Where is she?"

looked even more surprised. "You don't know Jessica,

Some icy queen? Never heard of her. Yates, do

Timothy. Yet in all these

hadn't the faintest

Jessica meet any of his friends. At first, Kane and Yates were curious-they'd asked about her, tried to arrange

marry Sheila-a way to spite his family. Eventually, they stopped asking. Since Timothy never acted like a married man,

that changed the day Phelps publicly revealed Timothy and Jessica's marriage certificate, causing a media frenzy that cornered Timothy and Sheila at the

the way back from that chaos, Timothy had already ordered Secretary Allen to

learned the truth; others remained in

way Kane and Yates were reacting now, it was clear they hadn't seen the

Kane and Yates have been your closest friends since childhood. You never

and Yates

Jessica? Point

craned his neck, scanning the

introduce her hadn't bothered them. But now that she