Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 458

Sheila opened the door, surprised to find Timothy standing there.

"Timothy, come in. Have a seat."

She reached out, ready to steady him, but Timothy sidestepped her hand. "I can walk on my own."

His sudden coldness stung in a way Sheila couldn't quite put into words. Still, she swallowed her discomfort.

"I'll make you some coffee."

"No need. I won't be staying long."

Sheila felt even more at a loss. What was he here for, then?

Timothy settled into the living room armchair. "Sit down."

Uneasy, Sheila perched on the edge of the couch.

Looking directly at her, Timothy got right to the point. "I just stopped by Ines's studio. From her, I learned that the reason she gave that painting, The Grand Canal, Venice, to Henry, was because she saw Jessy's style in one of Henry's papercut illustrations. So, that painting can't stay with you. I'm here to take it back."

Sheila stared at him, stunned.

This was the first time he'd ever asked to take back something he'd given her.

He really was starting to care more about Jessica.

But she didn't argue. "I see. Since it's hard for you to get around, I'll have someone bring it to you later."

his mother in public-please correct him in the future. All

Sheila as though

herself to keep her composure.

explain. "I don't want our family to fall apart. I used to think she could understand our relationship, but I've

"Timothy, it's nothing.

younger. I hope you'll consider getting married

froze, her

do you realize

"I do."

turned steely. "I've found my biological father. If you refuse to accept me, then I'm your aunt—and as your elder, what

equals. But if he refused her now, she had every right, as

was with the Howards. She was Sandra and Abell's daughter, Timothy's aunt in

gaze lingered

had ever used her status

his displeasure, she said quietly, "Sorry. We grew up together, almost as

not remember why I gave up back then? For seven years, I kept my distance,

drew a shaky breath, fighting tears. "All these years, I've racked my brain looking for ways to solve our problem, to bridge what separated us. Why, when I finally can, do you not want

broke at the

who'd defied his

know how much I love you. You promised me, even if we got married,

"That wasn't love."

Sheila felt herself unraveling.

years. She'd waited for him-waited until she was thirty, still a virgin, never even dated, never experienced the warmth of a

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