Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He got up and headed to the study to write the invitations.

Timothy took out his fountain pen and finished the first wedding invitation. His handwriting was steady and bold, each letter confident and clear.

The two names sat side by side on the card-his and hers. It was just how he wanted it.

Over an hour later, Secretary Allen arrived. When he stepped into the study, he found Timothy still at the desk, filling out more invitations for his and his wife's wedding.

The sight left Secretary Allen a bit embarrassed. Even though the wedding decorations hadn't been called off yet, Mrs. Lawson had stopped talking to President Lawson altogether. What was the point of writing all these invitations?

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"President Lawson, the photographs just arrived. There's glue in the box as well." "Alright, thank you. I'll take care of it."

Secretary Allen hesitated before asking, "Should we... call off the wedding arrangements?"

Timothy's pen froze. He looked up, his gaze icy and sharp as it landed on Secretary Allen.

Allen immediately dropped his eyes. "I have some things to take care of excuse me," he mumbled, then hurried out of the room.

Timothy lowered his head and continued writing.

When he finished, he carefully attached their photo in the slot reserved for it inside each invitation.

They looked good together.

was a proper wedding

booked, everything was set-but she

now, that was all he wanted. Just one set

a veil and a simple white blouse, yet she looked beautiful. He couldn't help

a stack of birthday invitations to

the young master's birthday?" Mabel

we have a guest

he said, "Use the same guest list as the wedding invitations

"Understood, sir."

Timothy left the

picked up

his mind? she

he is, fussing over

he plan to

drove to the Zimmerman estate. As his car came to a stop,

to him and grabbed his arm. "Is Larkin

collapsed outside. Someone called an ambulance-he's been taken to the hospital. Lust got the call and was about to head

drive you," Timothy offered at

Mr. Zimmerman was very

butler jumped into a waiting car

into his own car and followed close