Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 304

“Jessy?”

Timothy lingered outside the bathroom for quite some time, growing uneasy at the silence within. There was no sound of running water, and with her fever prone to returning, he grew worried that Jessica might be burning up again.

“Jessy, why is it so quiet in there?”

Hurriedly, Jessica turned on the shower, letting the water cascade down with a steady patter. Only then did Timothy stop knocking.

She picked up her phone and sent Herbert another message:

[I know you mean well, but do you really think leaving the Wheeler family will make Timothy go easy on them? He won’t. I can handle this myself. I’m busy now, so don’t try to do anything reckless, and don’t contact me for the time being. I’ll reach out if I get the chance.]

After sending it, Jessica deleted their entire chat history.

Setting her phone aside, she finally stepped into the shower.

The sound of water echoing through the bathroom set Timothy’s imagination running wild. He couldn’t help but recall the scene at the hospital earlier that day. She was so tempting.

He’d always prided himself on his self-control, but ever since he’d touched her, he found it nearly impossible to restrain himself. It was no surprise she’d gotten pregnant with Henry so quickly.

He’d been taught from a young age not to indulge himself too much. His work, which often kept him traveling, had always provided convenient distractions, allowing him to keep his desires in check. But every time he came home, all that self-control seemed to vanish.

This time, he’d waited far too long.

He was past the point of holding back. Tonight, no matter what, he was going to have her.

A woman who won’t sleep with you is just being stubborn. Jessica was living proof.

After her shower, Jessica dried off, knowing that if Timothy decided to force his way tonight, she’d have no grounds left to refuse or resist him.

She grabbed her phone and finally accepted Sheila’s friend request.

Sheila’s voice called out, a touch too bright: “Timothy? I almost forgot—today is your mother’s memorial. Are you coming to Moonstrand Villas?”

Timothy’s hand dropped from Jessica’s waist. The days had been a blur of chaos surrounding Jessica, and he’d completely forgotten his mother’s memorial.

He tipped Jessica’s chin up with a gentle finger. “Stay home and wait for me, sweetheart. Otherwise… you know what happens, right?”

Even his threats sounded low and tender.

He sealed her lips with a long, possessive kiss, not letting go until he’d nearly stolen her breath. A thin, glistening strand connected their mouths as he finally pulled away, lingering on her lips.

He brushed away a bead of moisture from her mouth with his thumb, then turned and left the bathroom.

Jessica walked over to the sink with her usual calm, squeezed out some toothpaste, and brushed her teeth with quiet, meticulous care.