“No need.”
He had no intention of seeing Jessica again, at least not for a while.
Dragging his battered body, he’d gone looking for her before.
He’d even asked Vince to mediate, hoping she’d come to the Howard family estate.
Just before leaving, he’d clung tightly to her hand, unwilling to let go.
But all his concessions hadn’t earned him any understanding from her—instead, she’d only grown more brazen, pushing him further and further.
“But the way she’s acting… it’s really worrying Mom and Dad.”
“This is none of your concern. I’ll handle it myself.”
Once the test results came in, he would head back home.
He’d already wasted enough time on Jessica; he couldn’t afford to let it drag on.
“Aren’t you the least bit worried she’ll get the wrong idea about us?”
“There’s nothing between us, we’re completely—” Timothy stopped mid-sentence, memories from that night suddenly flickering through his mind. He still hadn’t explained to Sheila what had happened. After a pause, he continued quietly, “About that night… I’m sorry. I’d had too much to drink. Don’t overthink it, it won’t happen again.”
Sheila knew he trusted her. He’d never once suspected he’d been drugged; he just assumed he’d gotten drunk.
It still stung to think Jessica had ultimately gotten what she wanted—and to top it off, she’d even flipped Sheila off as she left.
If Sallie hadn’t intervened and ruined Jessica’s plans, things might have turned out very differently.
Given the respect and care Timothy always showed her, Sheila was sure he would have taken responsibility for her.
“You were drunk, how could I blame you for that…” Sheila pressed her lips together. Now didn’t seem like the time to bring up their feelings. She changed the subject. “I’m planning to head to Riverside City in a couple of days.”
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