Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 302

Jessica froze, her body tensing for a split second before she shoved Timothy away with all her strength. She yanked the comforter up to shield herself, glaring at him with a wariness that hadn’t been there before.

“It was just a kiss. Was that really necessary?” Timothy scoffed.

She never used to react like this.

Her rejection stoked his frustration—ever since Herbert Wheeler had shown up, Jessica hardly let Timothy touch her at all.

Jessica silently cursed her inability to speak; if she could, she would have called him a creep to his face.

As if he even realized where he’d tried to kiss her.

After making sure the blanket was secure around her, Jessica reached out and signed, “Trying to pull that stunt in broad daylight at the hospital? Get out. I’ll change by myself.”

Timothy’s irritation softened, if only a little.

She was shy—especially in the middle of the day, in a hospital room no less. With her temperament, of course she couldn’t accept it.

As long as she wasn’t pushing him away for another man, he could live with it.

He was still coaxing her, after all; the last thing he wanted was to drive her so far that she’d never come home again.

So he left the room.

Jessica dressed in a hurry and slipped out of the ward.

Timothy was waiting outside. He caught her hand and led her toward the exit, his grip firm and possessive.

She ignored him the entire way home. When they returned to The Gilded Whisper Estates, Henry was nestled up against Sheila, chatting with her. “Miss Sheila, could you please talk to my dad? Tell him now’s not the time for a wedding. If he’s not embarrassed, I am!”

“Henry!” Timothy’s voice was cold, sharp as ice.

Henry looked up and saw his father’s stony expression. Remembering the scolding he’d received at the paper-cutting contest that morning, he shrank back and clung to Sheila’s arm, hiding behind her.

Jessica almost hoped they could talk Timothy out of this. She didn’t want a wedding, either.

“Timothy, Jessy, you’re back,” Sheila greeted them politely, then turned to Timothy. “You shouldn’t be so harsh with Henry all the time. It’s not good for his development.”

Just then, Mabel appeared and announced, “Sir, ma’am, dinner’s ready. You can come to the table.”

Timothy had intended to lecture Henry, but with dinner ready and guests around, now was hardly the time.