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.

casting shadows

pause, he strode inside with the graceful confidence that always seemed

others entered behind

Jessica didn't recognize the other

hesitation, he took the seat right next to Jessica, lounging

felt her chest tighten-she could only think of how heartless and cold he'd

him. "Timothy, it's been a

eyes widened in surprise. They knew each

and her fingers curled tensely in her

was the man she'd met at the paper art studio-the one the

accounts and 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

she'd picked out a few pieces in the style Vince wanted and brought them back to the city, desperate to

Vince was in a hurry to

he'd be meeting a client at the Red House lounge, and would

were,