Their table occupied the best spot in the entire hall—a vantage point with a perfect view of everything.
It wasn't just Timothy who noticed Jessica; the moment Sheila glanced up, she saw her too.
Almost immediately, Sheila's gaze shifted to Timothy.
Timothy was staring intently at the entrance, his eyes locked on Jessica.
"Timothy, is Jessica here for you? I tried to wave her over, but she didn't seem to notice us."
"Sheila," Timothy's deep, cold eyes flickered as he finally looked away. Cigarette smoke curled between his fingers, and the way he sat—elegant, composed—only made him more dangerously attractive in the low light. "Leave her be."
Sheila stared at him in disbelief.
Kane glanced at Sheila, then at Timothy, picking up on the tension.
Yates was watching them too, curiosity piqued.
Kane couldn't hold back any longer; with his trademark roguish grin, he drawled, "So, who's this Jessica you're all talking about? Where is she?"
Sheila looked even more surprised. "You don't know Jessica, Kane?"
"Jessica… who? Some icy queen? Never heard of her. Yates, do you know?"
Kane's laid-back attitude was genuine, but even he could tell Jessica had something to do with Timothy. Yet in all these years, he'd never heard of a woman named Jessica in Timothy's life.
Yates just shrugged; he hadn't the faintest idea, either.
The truth was, Timothy had never let Jessica meet any of his friends. At first, Kane and Yates were curious—they'd asked about her, tried to arrange introductions. Timothy refused, acting as if his wife didn't exist.
To their minds, Timothy's marriage was just a rebellious stunt after not being able to marry Sheila—a way to spite his family. Eventually, they stopped asking. Since Timothy never acted like a married man, they simply treated him as single.
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