Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 87

She had just raised her hand, about to ask him what was really going on between him and Sheila.

But Timothy caught her hand, pulling her beneath him without giving her a chance to speak, clearly unwilling to waste a moment of their time together as husband and wife.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head and kissed her, shutting down any attempt at conversation.

Tonight, he was relentless.

Just as Jessica felt herself starting to unravel, a sudden, frantic knock sounded from the hallway.

Timothy froze mid-motion.

"Timothy? Jessica? Are you two awake? Henry's stomach hurts really badly—he's crying…"

Sheila's voice trembled on the other side of the door, tinged with panic.

Timothy immediately rolled off Jessica.

"Go check on him for a moment—I'll be there right away."

Jessica sat up quickly, following his lead. Lately, she'd wanted to clear the air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about everything. But even if she had misunderstood, she couldn't ignore her own son.

Timothy was already half-dressed, pulling on his shirt with practiced speed.

Jessica slipped into her silk robe and got up to find something to wear.

Timothy glanced at her, aware she must be feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such a moment. And it was already so late.

He remembered how Henry had run a fever a few nights ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and, for the first time, really understood how much Jessica had gone through all these years.

"You should get some rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll take care of Henry."

Jessica still wanted to go with him.

He could see the worry in her eyes.

"It's just a stomachache," he reassured her. "Don't worry. He's my son too—I don't want to see him suffer any more than you do. Leave it to me, okay?"