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?"

surprised. "You don't

Never heard of her.

Jessica had something to do with Timothy. Yet in all these years, he'd never heard of a woman named

hadn't the faintest idea,

Yates were curious-they'd asked about her, tried to arrange

spite his family. Eventually, they stopped asking.

marriage certificate, causing a media frenzy that cornered Timothy and

from that chaos, Timothy had already

had learned the truth;

Yates were reacting now,

shocked. "Timothy, Kane and Yates have been your closest friends since childhood. You never told them

and Yates both

is she? Which one's Jessica? Point her out-I want to see what kind

his neck,

hadn't bothered them. But now that she was