Yates spoke with an easy, indifferent air. "Figure out who you''re looking for before
you use me of stealing your woman."
Vince couldn''t help but silently give Yates a nod of approval.
It was the kind of question Timothy simply couldn''t answer.
He could only try to find his wife, Jessica.
But when he arrived at the Zimmerman house, there was no one named Jessica.
He asked for Salome, but Salome had nothing to do with him.
Timothy''s expression darkened. "So you''re against me too?"
"No," Yates replied calmly, "I''m just trying to protect my fiancée. Timothy, if you
can''t answer that question, you should go. Your wife isn''t here. The only people in
this house are Vince''s sister, Mrs. Zimmerman''s daughter, and my fiancée."
Inside the house, Jessica and Mrs. Zimmerman emerged from the study. Zachary
set a steaming dish on the dining table and called out, "Salome, your brother and
Yates are outside. Go call them in for dinner."
"Okay."
Jessica opened the front door, surprised to see snow quietly falling outside.
Wonder lit up her delicate features.
She tilted her head back, gazing up at the sky.
She hadn''t even looked toward the front gate yet.
But before she could, a familiar figure unexpected and unguarded-caught
Timothy''s eye.
Only then did he realize just how much he''d missed her.
"Jessy!"
Her name, spoken in that familiar yet foreign voice, cut through the biting wind
and found Jessica''s ears. She turned toward the gate.
There was Timothy, kneeling just outside the iron fence, his dark hair dusted with
snow, as if it had turned white overnight.
Jessica''s eyes froze for a moment, her heart pausing before settling back to its
steady beat.
She stepped to the doorway, calling out to Vince and Yates, "Dinner''s ready-Dad
asked me toe get you."
"Let''s go," Vince said, wrapping an arm protectively around Jessica''s shoulders as
the two siblings turned to head back inside.
Timothy scrambled to his feet, gripping the wrought-iron gate with both hands.
"Jessy, wait-please! I need to talk to you."
Jessica stopped, turning back.
Vince let go, quickly shrugging off his coat and draping it over Jessica''s
shoulders, worried she might get chilled outside.
"If you have something to say, say it. Everyone''s waiting for us to eat," Jessica
said, her eyes as soft and as cold-as the falling snow.
Her voice was gentle, almost melodic, but every wordnded on Timothy''s heart
like a stone.
Once upon a time, she had waited for him at home every night.
He had wasted so many nights and days they could have spent together. And
now, even seeing her face felt like an impossible climb.
"I''m sorry."
"Alright, message received. Anything else? Dinner''s getting cold," Jessica replied,
her tone as detached as if she were speaking to a stranger.
"That day at the courthouse-you
promised me you''d stay home for
this month of reflection. The month
isn''t up yet. I''vee to take you
home."
At this, Vince bristled. "Timothy-"
"Let me handle it, Vince," Jessica
said softly, shaking her head. She
looked at Timothy, her lips curving in
a cool, distant smile. "There is no
home for us anymore. It''s over
Timothy. Where do you n to take
me? Lawson Mansion? Or The
Gilded Whisper Estates?"
Timothy''s mouth opened, but no answer came.
Jessica went on, "Don''t forget, we
had a deal. You were supposed to
bring Vince''s sister home, and I
would stay at The Gilded Whisper
Estates for a month. But you broke
your promise, so I''m not obliged to
keep mine. So, go. On the day we
finalize the papers, I''ll see you at the
registry office."
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