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.

his self-control, but ever since he'd touched her, he found it nearly impossible to restrain himself. It was no surprise she'd gotten pregnant with Henry

young age not to indulge himself too much. His work, which often kept him traveling, had always provided convenient distractions, allowing him

he'd waited far too

the point of holding back. Tonight, no matter what, he was going to have

with you is just being stubborn. Jessica

off, knowing that if Timothy decided to force his

phone and

phone chimed with a new message. She hadn't expected Jessica to

a single question

Jessica quickly replied:

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

message, she nearly ground her teeth to dust. But she

it, Jessica stepped out

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

brushing hers-when suddenly, several sharp knocks