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.

already waiting in

Velvet Ivy, Timothy stepped out-and immediately spotted

owner was here,

out his phone and

a license plate for me," Timothy said,

Jessica was messaging Vince, asking him to look into

car.

more, Timothy ended the call and finally headed

suite. Yates glanced

since the surgery. Shouldn't

the injury hadn't been as bad as it could have been. Four to eight weeks on crutches, the doctor said, but he could hardly

what's got you in such a

talking," Timothy said with a wry

can't win an

just that—she actually had a point, and

talk?

was a kid. Caused her to

could help her?" Yates asked, handing over a

Timothy's face clouded. "No."

on her

"Yeah," Timothy said quietly.

sure you should be drinking?

just have a little.

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 you never

a drink, to help me forget my troubles. Why are you rubbing salt in the

other forever, I'm not here to sugarcoat things and make you feel better. There are plenty of people

glass against Timothy's and took

Timothy admitted after a moment. "You've got perspective. Tell me, what can I do

down. "You want the truth or the

grumbled. "Of course I want the

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