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.

was already waiting in a

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

the owner was

phone and called his assistant,

plate

same time, Jessica was messaging Vince, asking him to

car.

Timothy ended the

private suite. Yates glanced up from his seat.

the

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

drink. "So, what's got you

with a wry smile. "She's

and honestly, I can't

actually had a point, and

can talk? She's not

trauma when she was

doctor who could help

Timothy's face clouded. "No."

on

"Yeah," Timothy said quietly.

glass. "Your leg's not healed yet. Are you sure you should be

have a little. Helps

lifted his glass, 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

me forget my troubles. Why are you rubbing salt

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 problems, will

glass against Timothy's and took a slow

admitted after a moment. "You've got perspective. Tell

down. "You want the truth or

"Of course I want the

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