Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 127

Jessica ordered two dishes without much thought.

Timothy picked up the menu and proceeded to order a whole slew of dishes.

Jessica frowned.

She didn't believe in wasting food.

At home, she might prepare a variety of meals, but she always kept the portions small.

She tried to make sure there were never too many leftovers.

Her grandmother used to say that wasting food was like throwing away good fortune.

The more blessings you had, the more abundance you'd enjoy.

Someone like Timothy—able to amass so much wealth—must truly be a man favored by fortune.

As his wife, Jessica never took part in his business affairs, but at home, she did everything she could to keep things in order.

She treated every member of the household staff with kindness.

She respected his elders.

She cared for his family as if they were her own.

When it came to spending, she was never extravagant or wasteful.

If it had been before, she would have spoken up—there were only three of them eating, after all, they didn't need to order so much.

But now, she didn't want to bother anymore.

After Timothy finished ordering, he instructed the waiter to bring Sheila a mug of hot milk and Jessica a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Sheila smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Timothy, you ordered fresh orange juice just for Jessica. You really do know her tastes. That's how a husband should be—thoughtful and attentive."

Jessica lowered her gaze.

It was obvious what Sheila was getting at: Timothy also remembered Sheila's preferences.

A cup of hot milk, and he'd even specified the brand.

That took effort.

As she spoke, Sheila turned to Jessica.

"Jessica, last time Timothy borrowed my phone to call you, I added you as a friend, but you still haven't accepted. Have you not checked your phone?"

As soon as Sheila said this, Timothy reached for Jessica's purse and took out her phone.

That night, Jessica had unblocked his number to call for help.

But she hadn't done the same on her messaging app.

Now, Timothy intended to unblock his own profile from her blacklist too.

Jessica grabbed hold of her phone, trying to take it back.

It was from Herbert.

The preview was clear as day.

[Jessica, I found the divorce lawyer you wanted. I'll send you his card shortly.]

The trace of a smile on Timothy's lips disappeared.

She was serious?

She'd actually hired a lawyer?

So she was really preparing to sue her own husband.

Timothy's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, a gentle, graceful female voice called from behind.

"Mr. Lawson."

Jessica froze.

She would have recognized Ines's voice anywhere.

She didn't dare turn around.

She wanted nothing more than to run away.