Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Jessy, listen to me, will you? I really think he's a good guy-rich, handsome. Why on earth would you want to divorce him? Wouldn't marrying him be a good thing?"

"If he's so great, why don't you marry him yourself?"

"I wish I could! But I'm a man, and not exactly young anymore. For you, as a young woman, marrying well could change your whole life. Be sensible, stop talking about divorce, alright?"

Of course, he was here to cozy up to her father. Absolutely shameless.

"If you still want to call me your daughter, you'd better not accept anything from him. Not so much as a cup of coffee."

"Jessy, listen to your old man-"

"Enough." Jessica Greene cut him off, her voice cool and sharp. "You really think he's being sincere? Can't you see the kind of man he is? If you get involved with him, he could sell you out and you wouldn't even know it until it was over."

"But I've already promised him."

"I'll take care of it. You just stay put and keep your nose clean-don't get into any more trouble and risk a longer sentence."

"Alright."

Hollis could only nod, resigned.

Jessica was right. Timothy Lawson looked every bit the calculating type.

If he really did end up getting chopped into pieces, it wouldn't be worth it. He was finally about to get out of prison-he wanted to live a few more years in peace.

After sorting things out with Hollis, Jessica left the visitation room.

Vince Zimmerman was waiting for her in the hallway.

"Vince, I need your help with something else."

her father and asked Vince to intervene and

it's nothing. I'll take care

if you need any money. I can't let you pay for my father's

you know once things are

Gilded Whisper Estates. Vince drove her

walked into the house, Timothy was already there, clearly waiting

walked straight over to him, her elegant face unreadable. "Timothy, stop wasting your time

was angry and calling his name. It was the kind of voice that lingered in your

wondered, if one day she called him "darling" in that same tone, would it

Back when they were

at the corners of her eyes, it always drove him wild. If she ever did make a sound, he imagined it would be soft, broken sobs, pleading for

about it left him hot and restless;

legs were braced,

to you.

at her. The icy indifference on her

flatly, as if it

of my father's

divorced yet. He's my father-in-law-I can't just let him rot in there. Whether you ask Vince to help or I do, what's the difference? Why

put on a show? Don't

found

used to never say a word. Now, at least, she was talking-it made her seem

"there's only a little over twenty days left. Can't we just

Just get through these next twenty

how much is your word

you ever

like that with a

event, if he wanted her