Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Jessy?"

Timothy lingered outside the bathroom for quite some time, growing uneasy at the silence within. There was no sound of running water, and with her fever prone to returning, he grew worried that Jessica might be burning up again.

"Jessy, why is it so quiet in there?"

Hurriedly, Jessica turned on the shower, letting the water cascade down with a steady patter. Only then did Timothy stop knocking.

She picked up her phone and sent Herbert another message:

[I know you mean well, but do you really think leaving the Wheeler family will make Timothy go easy on them? He won't. I can handle this myself. I'm busy now, so don't try to do anything reckless, and don't contact me for the time being. I'll reach out if I get the chance.]

After sending it, Jessica deleted their entire chat history.

Setting her phone aside, she finally stepped into the shower.

The sound of water echoing through the bathroom set Timothy's imagination running wild. He couldn't help but recall the scene at the hospital earlier that day. She was so tempting.

her, he found it nearly

been taught from a young age not to indulge himself too much. His work, which often kept him traveling, had always provided convenient distractions, allowing him to keep his desires in check. But every time he came home,

waited far

past the point of holding back. Tonight, no matter what, he

won't sleep with you is just being stubborn. Jessica was living

Jessica dried off, knowing that if Timothy decided to force his way tonight, she'd have no grounds

and finally accepted

with a new message. She hadn't expected

over a single

Jessica quickly replied:

between us, you'd better figure out a way to get him

Sheila read the message, she nearly ground her

it, Jessica stepped

in her freshly-showered, glowing skin. He grabbed her by the waist, pressing her

handsome features drew close, lips nearly brushing hers-when