Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 203

Afterward, Henry sent Sheila a message.

[Miss Sheila, I’m sorry. I couldn’t get my mom to stay. She came home, but left again.]

By now, dinner was winding down. Even if Jessica rushed over at this point, it would be too late.

[Henry, oh… don’t blame yourself. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t stayed at your house so long, your mom wouldn’t keep staying away.]

Reading her message, Henry grew anxious and quickly typed back.

[Miss Sheila, does this mean you won’t come see me anymore?]

[Of course not! I just think it’s a little inconvenient going over to your place. But if you want to see me, how about I pick you up after school tomorrow and you come to my place instead? Would that be alright?]

Henry’s reply was instant and thrilled.

[Absolutely! I’d love that.]

Everyone understood that Mr. Smith needed to adjust to the time difference, so the dinner didn’t last much longer.

As things wrapped up, Timothy prepared to drive Mr. Smith to his hotel, but Vince stood up first. “Timothy, you’ve got a family waiting at home. Go on, I’ll take Mr. Smith to his hotel.”

Jessica’s plans were still uncertain—if she didn’t come home tonight, Henry would be alone, aside from the housekeeper. It wasn’t quite the same as having Jessica there, and Timothy knew he’d feel better if she were.

He let Vince take over without protest. After Vince and Mr. Smith left, Ines also made her way out.

Soon after, Yates Bryant and Kane were saying their goodbyes.

Kane was giving Sheila a ride home.

Throughout dinner, Timothy had probably decided that it wasn’t the right time to discuss business—Mr. Smith had just landed, and it was hardly appropriate to bring up casting decisions. So, the topic of roles never came up.

Mr. Smith needed a good night’s rest, and Timothy wasn’t likely to contact him again tonight. That conversation would have to wait until tomorrow.

It wasn’t a big deal, anyway.

Jessica hadn’t shown up, and Mr. Smith seemed noticeably disappointed.

It wouldn’t be easy to arrange another meeting with Mr. Smith on short notice.

Sheila had no intention of pushing Timothy any further and risk upsetting him, so she agreed to let Kane drive her.

“I’m going home.”

Timothy reached out, trying to catch her by the wrist.

But Jessica moved quickly, striding past him and into the restaurant.

He caught nothing but air, his outstretched hand left awkwardly suspended for a moment.

His gaze darkened. He withdrew his hand, slipping it into his suit pocket, and turned to the others. “You all go on ahead.”

With that, he strode into The Silverthread Eatery after her.

Kane didn’t want Sheila to feel uncomfortable, so he led her to his car, calling out, “Yates, let’s go.”

“I’ll have a smoke,” Yates replied, wanting to wait for Timothy.

Kane waved at him, then revved the engine and sped off in his ridiculously flashy pink convertible.

Meanwhile, at the elevator, Timothy caught up with Jessica and blocked her path.