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

Ivy, Timothy stepped out-and immediately

owner

pulled out his phone and called his assistant,

you to check a license plate for me," Timothy said, rattling off the

messaging Vince,

car.

once more, Timothy ended the call and finally

the private suite. Yates glanced up from his seat. "How's

twenty days since the surgery. Shouldn't be

been. Four to eight weeks on crutches, the doctor said, but

drink. "So, what's got you in such

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

I can't win an argument with

wasn't just that—she actually had a point, and he knew

talk? She's

"Some trauma when she was a kid. Caused her to stop

you find a doctor who could

Timothy's face clouded. "No."

on

"Yeah," Timothy said quietly.

not healed yet. Are you sure you should be drinking? Maybe

little. Helps with the

but before he could take a sip, Yates shook his head. "You're something else, you know that? She lost her voice for years, married you for seven, and

help me forget my troubles. Why are you rubbing salt in the

eyebrow. "Hey, the truth hurts. That's why no one likes hearing it. We've known each other forever, I'm not here to sugarcoat things and make you feel better. There are plenty

Timothy's

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

and down. "You

Timothy grumbled. "Of course I

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