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."

him in the future. All this confusion about family roles has to stop. Jessy

Sheila as though everything had changed

to keep

our family to fall apart. I used to think she could understand our relationship, but I've

small, strained smile. "Timothy, it's nothing.

any younger. I hope you'll consider

froze, her

realize

"I do."

father. If you refuse to accept me, then I'm your aunt—and as

equals. But if he refused her now, she had

She was Sandra and Abell's daughter, Timothy's aunt in

gaze lingered on

Sheila had ever used

as equals,

For seven years, I kept my distance,

brain looking for ways to solve our problem, to bridge what separated us. Why, when I finally can, do you

voice broke at

missed the Timothy from seven years ago—-the one who'd defied his

"You know how much I love you. You promised me, even if we got married, we'd keep it

"That wasn't love."

Sheila felt herself unraveling.

been all she'd clung to, all these years. She'd waited for him-waited until she was thirty, still a virgin, never even dated, never experienced the warmth of a lover's embrace. Night after night,

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