Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 124

"Timothy, are you there?"

It was Sheila's voice.

Timothy rolled off Jessica, pulling the covers over her naked body.

He hadn't even bothered to close the bedroom door when he brought Jessica in, still flush from their passion.

Now footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting closer.

"Timothy?" Sheila called again, her voice right outside.

"I'm in the bedroom," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Wait for me in the living room."

"Oh, all right," Sheila answered, her footsteps retreating.

Timothy had only slipped off his jacket. Now, with deliberate composure, he tidied his clothes, shrugged his jacket back on, and left the room.

Jessica felt a wave of humiliation wash over her.

She was completely exposed, nothing but the tangled bedsheets to hide her shame, while Timothy walked away looking as dignified as ever.

He and Sheila still shared the same apartment—otherwise, why else would she barge in without knocking?

And after what he'd just done to Jessica, the thought made her sick.

There was no way she'd ever believe that Timothy and Sheila, living together under one roof, were just innocent housemates.

If Timothy could brazenly bring Sheila home right in front of her, what else was he capable of?

"Timothy, have you seen Jessica?" Sheila's voice drifted in from the other room.

Jessica could hear them talking, and realized Sheila wouldn't be coming in for now. She gathered her clothes and slipped into the bathroom.

She couldn't bear the mess Timothy had left her in. She needed to wash every trace of him off before she left.

She turned on the shower; the steady rush of water drowned out every sound from outside.