Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 460

When Jessica opened her eyes again, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

Startled, she shot upright in bed.

She’d gone to bed early last night, exhausted from the day. How did she end up somewhere else?

She pulled open the curtains. Outside the balcony, the ocean stretched as far as she could see.

Jessica hurried out of the bedroom.

In the open-plan living area of the villa, Timothy was sitting at the dining table.

“Awake?” he asked, calm as ever.

This strange villa made it instantly clear to Jessica: she was almost certainly no longer in Riverside City.

She strode toward Timothy, her gaze icy.

“Where are we?”

“Have some breakfast first,” he replied, setting the silverware on the table with practiced elegance.

“Timothy!” Her voice trembled with anger as she glared at him.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. He must have brought her here. There was no way she could have slept all the way from The Gilded Whisper Estates to here without waking up, and now it was morning.

She tried to remember last night. After getting home, she’d only had a glass of water.

So, he must have drugged her.

“What did you put in my water?”

Her health wasn’t great to begin with. She couldn’t risk strange substances.

Timothy answered without missing a beat, “Just something to help you sleep. Don’t worry, it wasn’t a sedative. It won’t hurt you.”

“Where are we?” Her frustration was boiling over. “I want to go home!”

He looked at her—really looked at her, his gaze warm and steady, lingering on her beautiful face. “You must know, Jessy, that if I’ve brought you here, I don’t intend to let you go back so soon. Don’t be angry. You’re here now—make the best of it. We have a little over twenty days.”

Jessica’s eyes were cold as ice. She felt like he’d lost his mind—his actions had become unhinged.

“Timothy, after everything that’s happened to our marriage, what’s the point of any of this?”

“I’m not going to discuss that now. I haven’t had a real meal in days. Let’s eat first, alright?”

Jessica pulled out her phone, hoping to figure out her location, but there was no signal at all.

Timothy leisurely ladled some soup, his tone lazy and indifferent. “This is a private island. There’s no one else here. If you behave and stay put for a few days, I’ll take you home. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?”

He lifted his gaze, eyes dark and inscrutable. “Otherwise, I might just keep you here longer.”

Jessica stormed forward, grabbed the tablecloth, and yanked. Breakfast crashed to the floor—soup and coffee splattering everywhere, even onto Timothy.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify