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

icy queen? Never heard

Timothy. Yet in

shrugged; he hadn't the faintest

Timothy had 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 his wife didn't

spite his family. Eventually,

certificate, causing a media frenzy

Timothy had already ordered Secretary Allen to clean up the

people had learned the truth; others remained in

were reacting now, it was clear

genuinely shocked. "Timothy, Kane and Yates have been your closest friends since

Yates both

she? Which one's Jessica? Point her out-I

neck, scanning the

refusal to introduce her hadn't bothered them. But now that she was suddenly