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 a private

Velvet Ivy, Timothy stepped out-and

the owner

his phone and

license plate for me," Timothy said,

Jessica was messaging Vince,

car.

the Bentley once more, Timothy ended the call and

his cane as he entered the private suite. Yates glanced

the surgery. Shouldn't be much longer

been as bad as it could have been. Four to eight weeks on crutches, the doctor said, but he could

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

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

honestly, I can't win an argument with

just that—she actually had a point, and he

second-she can talk? She's not actually

she was a

could

Timothy's face clouded. "No."

on

"Yeah," Timothy said quietly.

yet. Are you sure you

a little. Helps with the

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

a drink, to help me forget my troubles.

to sugarcoat things and make you feel better. There

Timothy's and

got perspective. Tell me, what can I

up and down. "You

"Of course I want

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