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.

found it nearly impossible to restrain himself. It was no

provided convenient distractions, allowing him to keep his desires in check. But every time

waited far too

was past the point of holding back. Tonight,

is just being stubborn.

force his way tonight, she'd have no grounds left to refuse or

her phone and finally accepted

with a new message. She hadn't expected

sent over a single

Jessica quickly replied:

outside my bathroom. If you don't want something to happen between us, you'd better figure out a way to

ground her teeth to dust.

sending it, Jessica stepped out

as he took in her freshly-showered, glowing skin. He

nearly brushing hers-when suddenly, several