Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 422

Linn gazed at the paper for a while before finally saying, "I don't remember. It was too long ago."

"Alright. You can go," Timothy replied, his tone flat.

As soon as Linn left, Timothy was about to feed the sheet of paper into the shredder when Jessica's words flashed through his mind: how she'd found him at home, scribbling Sheila's name over and over on the page.

That was how she'd discovered their affair.

Was it because of this piece of paper?

Timothy stared at the paper, then maneuvered his wheelchair to the master bedroom and knocked softly.

Jessica opened the door, her gaze immediately falling on the paper in his hand, its surface covered in Sheila's name.

"Was this the one you saw?" he asked.

Jessica remained silent.

"It's not what you think," Timothy explained patiently. "She asked me to help design her signature. The page just has a bunch of fonts and styles—nothing more."

He tried to keep his voice calm. "There's nothing between us-not like you think. I

The door shut sharply with a thud.

Jessica didn't want to hear it.

Whatever was broken between them couldn't be fixed with explanations. Even if he was telling the truth, did it matter anymore? Everything was in the past. It was too late.

Timothy sat in the hallway, utterly lost. He'd tried to clear things up. She'd misunderstood, and he'd tried to explain, but she shut him out all the same.

did she want from him? Was divorce

himself back to the study, grabbed the wedding planner's brochure, and

before he wanted to make

he still

making his choice, Timothy called Secretary Allen and instructed him to

was utterly confused. Mrs. Lawson had been pushing for a divorce for weeks. Even if Mr. Lawson managed to organize the wedding, it was unlikely she'd attend. And the deadline was tight-Henry Lawson's birthday was less than three

necklace she'd just set beside her laptop, lost in the swirl of Timothy's explanation. A

with her. She didn't need any of this. Every gesture, every attempt, only

bear the suffocating atmosphere a moment longer, Jessica grabbed

a cab. As soon

[Can we meet?]

hoping

[Where?]

you at Ines's studio? If you're there, I'll

[I'm here.]

headed straight to Ines's studio, stopping in first to see Ines

never been a

to keep hiding. She'd chosen her career

told Ines everything-except about the

Timothy and I registered

a month, the

that she'd chosen it recklessly, and it turned out to be

girl. I know you wouldn't make decisions on a whim. Whatever

to me. I'll teach you everything I

Smith's character

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