Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates paused mid-sentence.

"So what are we really watching for?" Kane, always a bit slow on the uptake, looked confused.

"We're waiting to see if Timothy actually cares about that so-called wife of his."

Kane burst out laughing. "Honestly, I doubt there's anything to see. You keep talking about waiting for fireworks, but I don't think this is going to catch fire at all." Yates raised an eyebrow. "Well, we'll find out soon enough once we're inside." Their whispered conversation didn't escape Sheila's notice. In fact, she was just as curious to know where Jessica really stood in Timothy's heart.

Ever since that stormy night in the capital, she'd been uneasy. If, after all these years, Timothy had developed real feelings for Jessica, she couldn't afford to wait any longer.

That secret had to come out, and soon. It was the only way to clear the obstacle between her and Timothy.

Private Room V888.

Timothy pushed open the door.

At the sound, Vince and Jessica both looked up.

elegant at the threshold, the flicker of the dim lights casting shadows across his cold, expressionless features, making

he strode inside with the graceful confidence that

entered

didn't

took the seat right next to Jessica, lounging back against the sofa armrest

her chest tighten-she could only think of how heartless and

greeted him. "Timothy,

eyes widened in surprise. They knew

heart sank, and her fingers

met at the paper

assets, Jessica had refused to give in. She'd contacted the studio owner, who'd driven her back to her childhood home. There, she'd gathered up her old paper-cutting artwork- some her grandmother had treasured, others her

in the style Vince wanted and brought them back

in a hurry

client at the Red House lounge, and would be busy afterwards, so the only

they were,