Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 439

He couldn't afford to back himself into a corner.

So he stepped aside and let her pass.

Jessica swept into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood. With a sharp bang, she slammed the door shut behind her.

A wave of helplessness washed over Timothy.

He remembered how easily she'd agreed to marry him all those years ago. Back then, winning her hand had been effortless. She'd always been so quiet, so undemanding-until she lost her temper. When she did, coaxing her back was nearly impossible.

Ever since she started this latest argument, he hadn't managed to comfort her, not even once.

The only time she'd softened was on her birthday, and even then, it lasted just a couple of days before she stormed out again.

Frustrated and restless, Timothy left The Gilded Whisper Estates and got into his car. He pulled out his phone and called Yates Bryant.

"Want to get a drink?" Yates chuckled. "Are you out of your mind? It's not dinner, it's not even evening-it's the middle of the afternoon. Shouldn't we be having tea, not whiskey?"

"I need a drink," Timothy replied.

"Well, I don't," Yates said flatly. "Not in the mood."

"I'm in a lousy mood. Can't you keep me company, just this once?"

Something in Timothy's voice made it clear he was at a low point.

Yates sighed. "Fine, fine. Since you're about to get dumped, I'll do you a favor and join you."

"Anywhere you want. My treat.”

"How about The Velvet Ivy? I'm nearby."

Timothy instructed his driver to head to The Velvet Ivy. The place was across town, so it took nearly half an hour to get there. As they neared the entrance, Timothy sent Yates a quick text.

replied that he was already waiting in a

the car pulled up outside The Velvet Ivy, Timothy stepped out-and immediately spotted the

the owner

out his phone and called his

to check a license plate for me,"

was messaging Vince, asking him to look into the

car.

the Bentley once more, Timothy ended the call and

leaned heavily on his cane as he entered the private suite. Yates glanced up from his seat. "How's the

been twenty days since the surgery. Shouldn't be much

bad as it could have been. Four to eight weeks

poured them each a drink. "So, what's got you in such a

finally talking," Timothy said with a wry smile. "She's got

honestly, I can't

just that—she actually had a point, and he knew

can talk?

when she was a kid. Caused

doctor who could help her?" Yates asked, handing over a

Timothy's face clouded. "No."

recovered on her

"Yeah," Timothy said quietly.

not healed yet. Are you sure

have a little.

his head. "You're something else, you know that? She lost her voice for years,

to have a drink, to help me forget my troubles. Why are you rubbing

it. We've known each other forever, I'm not here to sugarcoat things and make you feel better. There are plenty of people who'll do that. But nice words won't solve your

clinked his glass against Timothy's and

a moment. "You've got perspective. Tell me, what

and down. "You want the

"Of course I want

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