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 across his cold, expressionless features, making the

he strode inside with the graceful confidence that always seemed to follow

entered

Jessica didn't recognize the

hint of hesitation, he took the seat right next to Jessica, lounging back against the sofa

him again, Jessica felt her chest tighten-she could only think of

polite, greeted him.

in surprise. They

heart sank, and her fingers curled

at the paper art studio-the one the shop owner

studio owner, who'd driven her back to

out a few pieces in the style Vince wanted and brought them back to

in

a client at the Red House lounge, and would be busy afterwards, so the only time to meet was

were, negotiating