In short, Mr. Smith looked utterly unconvinced.
“She is, in fact, my wife.”
Timothy repeated the words, his gaze steady and earnest.
Mr. Smith had known Timothy for a decade. He was well aware that Timothy wasn’t the type to joke about such things.
So, despite his surprise, he had no choice but to believe that the beautiful young woman really was Timothy’s wife.
“Tim, you’re a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife. Congratulations.”
A faint smile tugged at Timothy’s lips.
Before anyone could say more, their attention was drawn by a commotion from Larkin’s group.
“It’s wrapped up so tightly—it almost looks like a painting.”
“It has to be a masterpiece, surely.”
“I think so too. After all, it’s a gift for Larkin—no one would show up with something ordinary.”
Sallie rolled her eyes. Jessica, bring a masterpiece? As if.
Sheila looked confused. Jessica had come all this way to Larkin’s birthday party, making such a show of her gift. Surely Timothy must have prepared it for her.
A pang of disappointment tugged at Sheila’s heart.
Kane let out a cold snort. “If you’re going to bring a gift, just bring it—no need for all this mystery. Let’s hope it’s actually impressive, or this will be embarrassing.”
Yates watched on, clearly intrigued.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Goodbye, Mr. Regret