Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 121

Timothy's gaze was dark and unreadable as he stared at her.

A heartbeat later, he grabbed her hand and led her firmly down the hallway.

They rode the elevator in silence, straight to the top floor.

Jessica let herself be pulled along, passive, until they entered the penthouse suite.

Once inside, Timothy pressed her gently down onto the sofa. He crouched in front of her, eyes intense. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?"

His voice was low and a little rough around the edges.

Jessica looked down at him—a man in a perfectly tailored suit, always so composed and charismatic, effortlessly charming. Once, she'd found that impossible to resist.

Now, she had no desire left to love him.

She raised her hand, voice flat. "Didn't feel like it."

An unmistakable shadow of annoyance flickered in Timothy's dark eyes.

"You never used to act like this."

Jessica's pale fingers danced dismissively through the air. "Like you said, that was before."

"So you're really set on this divorce?"

His smooth baritone had a hard edge, almost accusatory.

"I'm not making a scene," she answered quietly, her gaze empty, her gesture firmer.

Timothy stood abruptly, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He paced the luxurious carpet, then crouched again in front of her. He removed her mask and sunhat, setting them aside.

"I don't see what's wrong between us," he said, jaw tight. "Seven years of marriage—we've always been like this, haven't we?"

He hesitated. From inside his jacket, Timothy pulled out a velvet box, flipped it open, and held it out to her.