Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 240

Thankfully, he hadn’t held her too tightly.

Jessica quickly turned away, dodging his attempt to kiss her again.

Her fingers were still trembling.

Before she could react, Timothy pressed her down onto the bed, his knees bent and elbows braced on either side of her, completely enclosing Jessica beneath him.

The heat in his gaze made his intentions unmistakably clear.

Jessica felt utterly helpless.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to resist.

She had tried to fight him off many times, but it was always pointless.

She simply wasn’t strong enough.

Timothy lifted his free hand and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his voice low and soft. “Shaking like this, yet still so stubborn.”

Jessica’s cheeks burned with shame. Men always seemed so much more unashamed, so much more at ease with these things than women.

She tried to turn her face away, but his warm palm cupped her cheek, his eyes narrowing with a faint, teasing smile. “Go wash up first. So, is it you alone, or should we go together?”

She wanted nothing more than to escape him. She quickly raised her hand, gesturing that she’d go first.

Timothy didn’t press her. He rolled onto his side without argument, and Jessica shot out of bed, hurrying to the wardrobe for her pajamas.

He was stubborn as ever, determined to linger here, but she needed to find a way to get rid of him.

After all, they were getting divorced. She wasn’t about to let him seduce her again or drag her into anything she’d regret.

Jessica pressed her lips together, not hesitating as she signed back, “Yes.”

Timothy rose to his feet, approaching her with slow, quiet steps, but an unmistakable force radiated from him.

She instinctively retreated.

She didn’t stop until her back hit the wardrobe.

He planted one hand against the wardrobe above her, gazing down with narrowed eyes.

“Good. Very good.” He hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her face. “Since you’re so capable now, tell me—do you really think you can threaten me?”

Jessica ducked under his arm, slipping out from his trap to put some space between them.

Timothy let his hand drop from the wardrobe, turning aside with his hands on his hips. The warmth in his eyes had faded, replaced by a much colder glint.