Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 75

His voice wasn't loud, but it still carried the edge of a command.

Jessica's hand was trapped in his grip; she couldn't respond, forced to accept his ridiculous charity.

Her face remained expressionless.

Timothy remembered once passing through a department store and, on a whim, spotting a pair of pearl earrings that seemed perfect for her. When he brought them home, her eyes had shimmered with light, like stars.

He leaned in close, his voice husky. "Didn't you love it when I gave you presents? This is a special ring—it plays music. I had it made just for you."

Seven years. They'd been married for seven years.

With his sharp mind and keen perception, there was no way he didn't know she loved him.

He was skilled at toying with her feelings.

He knew how to say the cruelest things to hurt her.

He'd done the harshest things—almost destroyed her.

And then, as if nothing ever happened, he'd act like everything was fine.

He'd slap her with one hand, and offer her a sweet with the other.

He made her feel like she was nothing to him—cheap, disposable.

Suddenly, Timothy released her hand. As Jessica tried to get up, he pulled her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pressing his face to her chest.

"Don't move. Let me stay like this for a while. I'm exhausted. I haven't slept in thirty-six hours."

Jessica didn't pity him for his exhaustion; she just felt suffocated by his iron grip and couldn't break free.

He fell silent, and the room grew quiet.

After a while, she heard his breathing become slow and steady.

She frowned.

Had Timothy really fallen asleep so quickly?

Not daring to move, she kept still for what felt like five minutes before she tried to shift, inching her body away.

"Don't go. Let me hold you just a bit longer."

Jessica froze, not daring to move. She looked down—his eyes were closed. She couldn't tell if he was talking in his sleep or if he'd sensed her trying to get up.

Maybe he wasn't really asleep yet.

Resigned, Jessica let him rest his face against her.

After washing up and getting dressed, Jessica stepped out of her room, only to find the same two bodyguards from last time blocking her way.

Timothy!

He was locking her in the house again.

Just then, Timothy's voice came from somewhere unseen.

"Be good and stay home. Make sure dinner's ready. We'll have guests tonight."

Jessica looked around, searching for the source.

Above the front door, just under the eaves, a security camera had been installed. Timothy's voice was coming through the speaker.

She let out a helpless laugh and retreated into the house.

Mabel, the housekeeper, saw her and hesitated to speak.

Last night, Mr. Lawrence had carried Jessica home. This morning, he'd brought in bodyguards and had cameras installed. It was obvious something serious was going on between the two of them.

Jessica had barely settled onto the sofa in the living room when her phone buzzed—a message from an unfamiliar number.

But as soon as she read it, she knew it was Timothy.