RedNovelChapter 239
What woman could ever accept her husband investing in a film just for his mistress?
Jessica refused to answer. Even one more word with him, she thought, would probably shave a month off her life.
She lifted her hand weakly. "I'm tired. | need to get srest."
It was as clear a dismissal as any.
Timothy glanced at his watch. It was late, and he didn't press her for an immediate answer.
Mr. Smith wasn't leaving right away he could give her stto think it over.
"Alright. Get ssleep," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "We'll head back to Riverside City early tomorrow.
By the way, where's the bathroom? | need a shower."
Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief.
Was he seriously asking where the bathroom was?
Did he plan to stay here tonight?
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She waved her fingers, impatient. "I meant you should head hearly. Don't you get that?"
Timothy's brows knit together. "You're kickingout?"
"Yes!" Her answer was emphatic.
But Timothy just chuckled. He bent down and, without warning, scooped her into his arms, holding her tight, his
gaze smoldering. "Heartless little thing. | just drove over two hours to pick you up so we can spend the holiday
together, worked all day, and now, at this hour, you want to throwout?"
Jessica nearly lost it.
Just two nights ago, outside The Silverthread Eatery, he'd been the one to toss her out of the car in a rage.
Did he have selective amnesia? In the blink of an eye, it was as if their last fight never happened.
He went on, “But women always say the opposite of what they mean-no hard feelings. Whatever we argued
about, let's just leave it in the past, alright?"
All this back and forth only wasted their time-tthat slipped away, irretrievable. Instead of letting it go to
waste, he'd rather swallow his pride and stop arguing.
Besides, what man loses face by conceding to his wife?
Jessica knew his strength. In his arms, if he refused to let go, she'd never be able to break free.
She gave in, making a gesture. "I'll set up a room for you. Now putdown."
Even if she wanted to throw him out, if he was determined to stay, there was little she could do.
Seeing her compromise, Timothy finally set her down.
Jessica straightened her rumpled clothes and led him to one of the bedrooms.
There were only two spare rooms in the house. The one she used had belonged to her mother. The other was her
grandmother's. It wouldn't be right for Timothy to sleep in her grandmother's old room.
She'd just returned today and hadn't had tto make the bed. Moving efficiently, she took fresh linens from the
closet, spread them neatly, and fitted the pillowcases.
Timothy leaned in the doorway, watching her with a mixture of amusement and admiration. He hadn't realized
before how captivating she looked when she was focused on housework-even fully dressed, she was effortlessly
alluring.
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Jessica was beautiful-he'd known that from the moment he first met her, the moment he decided he wanted to
marry her.
Standing by the bed, Jessica tucked the comforter into its cover and placed it carefully, then slipped a pillow into
its case.
By then, Timothy had wandered over. Just as she straightened up, his strong arms circled her waist from behind,
pulling her close.
His lips brushed the pale skin where her neck met her shoulder-a spot that was always sensitive.
Whenever he kissed her there, she shivered.
The sudden heat of his touch sent a tingling rush down her spine, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
She almost cried out.
But she caught herself-she didn't want him to know she could still make a sound. Her vocal cords trembled, but
she clamped her lips shut, swallowing the sound before it escaped.
Timothy's kiss was hot and lingering, a slow burn against her skin...
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