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 know

heard of

even he could tell Jessica had something to do with Timothy. Yet in all these years, he'd never heard

he hadn't the faintest idea,

never let Jessica meet any of his friends. At first, Kane and Yates were curious-they'd asked about her, tried to arrange introductions. Timothy refused, acting as if

marry Sheila-a way to spite his family. Eventually,

Phelps publicly revealed Timothy and Jessica's marriage certificate, causing

Timothy had already ordered Secretary Allen

learned the truth;

now, it was clear they hadn't

have been your closest friends since childhood.

and Yates both

who blurted out, "Where is she? Which one's Jessica? Point her out-I

neck, scanning the

her hadn't bothered them. But now that she was suddenly here, their curiosity was definitely