Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Everything had been settled. Even if Jessica was reluctant to return, she had no choice now.

By the time they arrived back at The Gilded Whisper Estates, it was already past midnight.

As fate would have it, Sheila was just stepping out of the house, a suitcase in tow.

"Timothy, Jessica. You're back," Sheila greeted them, a gentle smile on her lips. Jessica's expression was cold and indifferent. Whatever happened to Sheila had nothing to do with her.

It was Timothy who spoke, his voice neutral. "You're leaving?"

Sheila nodded. "I've been staying at your place these past few days, and I don't want to trouble you any longer. I have to start at Ines's studio tomorrow, and it's a bit far from here. I booked a hotel closer to work."

Timothy's brow furrowed slightly. "What if you have another allergy flare-up?"

He remembered Henry mentioning that Sheila tended to be allergic to hotel bedding, which was why she'd been staying with them in the first place.

Jessica had no patience for any of this. Without a word, she walked towards the house.

Sheila hurried to reassure Timothy, "It's fine, really. You know me it's just the linens. I've already purchased my own and had them sent to the hotel."

Jessica stepped inside, shutting out the rest of their conversation.

it was just about the linens. Timothy knew that all

corners of Jessica's mouth. Something so

become Timothy's excuse to let Sheila move

driver take you," Timothy offered, making no

said, "That's not necessary. Besides... Jessica probably minds, considering our history. Maybe you could talk to her, clear things up. I imagine that's why she doesn't like me very much. Honestly, it's my fault

be working with Ines for a while, and a hotel isn't a long-term solution. Bear with it for a few days. I'll find

"No need, really. I've already contacted a realtor. It's just me, so I'll buy a small apartment for now. Timothy, I'll get going. You should go to

pulled her suitcase behind her and left without looking

Timothy stood there, frowning.

himself he would

luxury-how could she settle for a

the area. They'd sold off the rest of their properties too, once it was clear they wouldn't return. That was why Sheila had nowhere to

there was still one villa

his phone

flash on the screen. A small, satisfied

"Hello, Timothy?"

with the hotel," he said. "Go to Moonstrand Villas. You know the