Yates spoke with an easy, indifferent air. “Figure out who you’re looking for before you accuse me of stealing your woman.”
Vince couldn’t help but silently give Yates a nod of approval.
It was the kind of question Timothy simply couldn’t answer.
He could only try to find his wife, Jessica.
But when he arrived at the Zimmerman house, there was no one named Jessica.
He asked for Salome, but Salome had nothing to do with him.
Timothy’s expression darkened. “So you’re against me too?”
“No,” Yates replied calmly, “I’m just trying to protect my fiancée. Timothy, if you can’t answer that question, you should go. Your wife isn’t here. The only people in this house are Vince’s sister, Mrs. Zimmerman’s daughter, and my fiancée.”
Inside the house, Jessica and Mrs. Zimmerman emerged from the study. Zachary set a steaming dish on the dining table and called out, “Salome, your brother and Yates are outside. Go call them in for dinner.”
“Okay.”
Jessica opened the front door, surprised to see snow quietly falling outside. Wonder lit up her delicate features.
She tilted her head back, gazing up at the sky.
She hadn’t even looked toward the front gate yet.
But before she could, a familiar figure—unexpected and unguarded—caught Timothy’s eye.
Only then did he realize just how much he’d missed her.
“Jessy!”
Her name, spoken in that familiar yet foreign voice, cut through the biting wind and found Jessica’s ears. She turned toward the gate.
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