Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 192

"Did you get the agreement notarized?"

A tangled knot of emotions tightened in Timothy's chest.

So that was why she'd come—to collect the notarization receipt?

"You seem awfully eager about this," he said.

Jessica nodded.

"You really don't trust me, do you?" His voice was cool, almost detached.

She didn't deny it. She couldn't. Time was a luxury he had—a lifetime, perhaps. She only had six months left. She couldn't afford to waste even a day.

Jessica stayed silent.

Timothy's handsome face was unreadable, his eyes clouded with something distant.

Her silence said it all.

He pulled back the lapel of his suit and took his phone from the inside pocket, dialing the lawyer.

"Is the agreement notarized?"

"It's done."

"Send the receipt to my office."

Timothy put his phone away, turning to meet Jessica's icy, impenetrable stare. Lips pressed in a thin line, he crossed to the desk and picked up the phone, dialing his secretary.

"Bring in a glass of fresh orange juice."

Jessica's eyelashes fluttered.

Timothy set the receiver down and leaned against the desk, quietly studying her.

It was just past ten in the morning. Sunlight spilled golden across the office, but even that couldn't chase away the coldness hanging in the air.

Click—

The faint sound made Jessica look up.

Timothy had flicked his lighter, and the tip of his cigarette glowed as smoke drifted lazily from his lips. The subtle, woodsy scent curled through the room, deepening the air of mystery that seemed to surround him these days, making him only more dangerously attractive.

But she still couldn't read him.

A knock at the door broke the tense silence.