Goodbye, Mr. Regret

It used to be Ines who saw Jessica's potential and favored her, but now, after Mr. Smith had sought Jessica out, every word he said seemed filled with nothing but praise. He, too, regarded Jessica as a rare talent.

Jessica's mere presence had always been an emotional blow to Sheila. Now, to Sheila's dismay, Jessica had become an obstacle in her career as well—not a major one, perhaps, but enough to leave Sheila struggling for air, unable to claw her way back.

The elegant composure Sheila had so carefully maintained nearly crumbled in an instant. The confident arch of her brows quivered as if a string had snapped, her rose-red lips faded into a dull rust, and the easy curve at the corners of her mouth turned into a mechanical, muscle-strained imitation of a smile.

She had arrived for Mr. Smith's interview in such high spirits, never imagining it would end like this.

Timothy's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with a stormy intensity.

Ines, as Jessica's mentor, might have been biased, loving her protégé's work with a touch of partiality. But Mr. Smith didn't even know Jessica personally; his judgment was based solely on her work. And both of them, independently, believed Jessica had extraordinary talent in animation.

be told, ever since Timothy had seen Jessica's comic adaptation of *The Grand Canal, Venice*, he'd known she possessed a spark

about pursuing a job after seeing

she had gone behind his back and

herself in that field, could she ever make as much

wife. His earnings were enough for both of them. Her focus should be on their

son

many men had been drawn to her. There was no

was no way Timothy would trust Jessica to work under a man like that-Mr. Smith, whose reputation for romantic entanglements was infamous, whose sense of boundaries

was far too delicate for that world. He simply couldn't

for animation, if she wanted to dabble as a hobby, he had no objection. But throwing herself into it wholeheartedly?