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.

that he was already waiting in

up outside The Velvet Ivy, Timothy stepped out-and immediately spotted the Bentley Jessica had been chasing

owner was

his phone and called his

need you to check a license plate for me,"

time, Jessica was messaging Vince, asking him to look

car.

more, Timothy ended the call and

leaned heavily on his cane as he entered the private suite. Yates glanced up from

since the surgery.

been. Four to eight weeks on crutches, the doctor said, but he could hardly wait to walk

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

with a

I can't

just that—she actually had

a second-she can talk? She's

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

did you find a doctor who could

Timothy's face clouded. "No."

recovered on her

"Yeah," Timothy said quietly.

sure you should

just have a little. Helps

sip, Yates shook his head. "You're something else, you know that? She lost her voice for years, married you for seven, and you never once took her

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

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

glass against Timothy's and took a

perspective. Tell me, what can I do to

"You want the truth or

kidding," Timothy grumbled. "Of course

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