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?"

more surprised. "You don't

queen? Never heard of her.

Timothy. Yet in all these

just shrugged; he hadn't

was, Timothy had never let Jessica meet any of his friends. At first, Kane and Yates were curious-they'd asked about her,

just a rebellious stunt after not being able to marry Sheila-a way to spite his family. Eventually, they stopped asking. Since Timothy never acted like a married man, they simply treated him

day Phelps publicly revealed Timothy and Jessica's marriage certificate, causing a media frenzy that

that chaos, Timothy had already ordered

had learned the truth; others remained

were reacting now, it was clear they

your closest friends since childhood. You never

Yates

who blurted out, "Where is she? Which one's Jessica? Point her out-I want to see what kind of

neck,

Timothy's refusal to introduce her hadn't bothered them. But now that