Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 239

What woman could ever accept her husband investing in a film just for his mistress?

Jessica refused to answer. Even one more word with him, she thought, would probably shave a month off her life.

She lifted her hand weakly. "I'm tired. I need to get some rest."

It was as clear a dismissal as any.

Timothy glanced at his watch. It was late, and he didn't press her for an immediate answer.

Mr. Smith wasn't leaving right away he could give her some time to think it over.

"Alright. Get some sleep," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "We'll head back to Riverside City early tomorrow. By the way, where's the bathroom? I need a shower."

Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief.

Was he seriously asking where the bathroom was?

Did he plan to stay here tonight?

"I meant you should head home early.

brows knit together. "You're kicking

answer was

without warning, scooped her into his arms, holding her tight, his gaze smoldering. "Heartless little thing. I just drove over two hours to pick you up so we can spend the holiday together, worked all day,

Jessica nearly lost it.

The Silverthread Eatery, he'd been the one

have selective amnesia? In the blink of an eye, it was as if

they mean-no hard feelings. Whatever we argued about, let's just

this back and forth only wasted their time-time that slipped away, irretrievable. Instead of letting it go to waste, he'd rather swallow his

loses face by conceding to

knew his strength. In his arms, if he refused to

making a gesture. "I'll set up a room

throw him out, if he was determined to stay,

compromise, Timothy finally set

led him to one

spare rooms in the house. The one she used had belonged to her mother. The other was her

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