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Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 219
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When he was a kid, he'd been a little troublemaker-snipping off the pigtails that little girl had worked so hard to

grow. Mrs. Zimmerman had been furious, ready to give him a good scolding, but it was the girl herself who

pleaded on his behalf. She'd insisted it didn't matter; she was pretty enough that even losing her pigtails

wouldn't make a difference. She wasn't upset at all.

She was such a sweet, clever little thing. He'd always spoiled her like a kid sister -until, sadly, she disappeared

one day.

Vince's enthusiasm for Jessica probably stemmed from the fact that her gentle nature reminded him of his own

little sister.

Yates took a drag from his cigarette just as Timothy arrived. "Why aren't you inside?"

Yates raised his hand, cigarette pinched between his fingers. "Didn't you see I'm out here smoking? Want one?"

He pulled out his pack, shook one loose, and offered it to Timothy.

Timothy took it.

The night was seductive, the outdoor lights casting a dim glow. Two striking, distinguished men stood cloaked in

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pale blue smoke a sight for sore eyes. "You know, Timothy, I've noticed you seem to have a soft spot for gentle

girls." Timothy blew out a stream of smoke, his sharp brows arching, voice cool. "Do I?" "When we were kids, you

were pretty fond of Vince's little sister. Remember when we played house? You even dragged her over to divorce

me. Forgotten that?"

"That was ages ago. Does it even count?"

Yates smirked. "Maybe not as kids. But what about Sheila later on?"

Sheila had been raised as a proper lady in the Howard family, her personality mild and refined.

Still, Yates thought, that was all learned. Vince's little sister-she'd been a natural from the start, soft through and

through.

"There's no point dwelling on the past."

Timothy's eyes were cool, betraying little emotion.

"If the distant past doesn't count, and the recent past doesn't matter, then what about now?"

Timothy pressed his lips together and said nothing.

Yates didn't press. "Your wife's inside. | just bumped into your sister, by the way. Judging by her attitude..."

Yates paused, clicking his tongue. "Your wife's not much of a talker. If someone bullies her, she doesn't fight

back. Looks pretty pitiful, honestly. | bet she's had a rough twith your family, huh?”

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yates walked over to the nearest trash can, tossed his cigarette, and cback to clap Timothy on the shoulder.

"The way a man treats his wife sets the tone for how everyone else does, Timothy. I'm not blind, you know. As

your friend, letgive you a little advice-don't go too far, or you'll end up regretting it."

Timothy took a deep drag from his cigarette. "You talk like you're skind of authority on marriage."

Yates's handsface lit up with confidence. "I may not be married, but | haven't exactly been living like a monk

these past years."

After all, Yates had been in the film industry for a while, and if there was one thing that place didn't lack, it was

women. Girlfriends cand went.

"Timothy, Yates."

Sheila and Kane arrived, interrupting the conversation.

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The four of them headed inside together.

Just then, Timothy's phone rang. He stepped aside to answer.

Yates, Sheila, and Kane had just reached the entrance when Jessica churrying out, nearly bumping into

them.

"Jessica?"

Sheila's surprise was genuine. She knew Timothy had never brought Jessica to any public events in all these

years.

Seeing Jessica here tonight, dressed so beautifully-had Timothy given his permission? Was this his way of making

their marriage public?

Jessica gave Sheila and Kane a cold, sidelong glance. Her eyes lingered on Yates for a moment, and she nodded

at him with a polite smile, as if in greeting, then walked swiftly past them and out the door.

"Tch." Kane snorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yates, Mrs. Lawson sure is friendly with you. I just don't get

you and Vince sometimes. Sheila's known us for years, but the minute she shows up, you two fall over

yourselves to take her side. Honestly, it's ridiculous."