Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 354: It’s Either Divorce or Be Widowed

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Timothy frowned lightly and did not hide his displeasure at being disturbed. In a second, all his emotions disappeared completely as if everything that happened earlier between them was nonexistent.

He let go of Samantha’s hand, then turned over and picked up the phone to answer the call. “Hello.”

Samantha’s beating heart slowed down and she took a deep breath as she sat up from the bed.

Who else would interrupt Timothy at such a time?

Was it Harmony?

She unconsciously turned to look at Timothy and saw a lack of expression on his handsome face. His tone was as cold as ever and he did not let out any of his emotions.

She could not determine for sure who the caller was.

Timothy did not say much and the most he said were brief ‘mms’ and ‘okays’.

Samantha could not hear what he was talking about.

After about a minute or so, Timothy hung up and glanced toward Samantha again.

She had already rolled to the ground and was standing a meter away from him. She looked at him in a vigilant and beastly manner, as if she was going to fight him!

Timothy looked at Samantha from head to toe. As a result of her struggles on the bed earlier, her hair was messed up and her fair cheeks blushed with crimson. The dim light made her lips appear more pink and tender, so tempting that anyone who looked at it would want a taste.

His gaze traveled downward to the placket of her shirt where a button had been ripped off during the earlier struggle. One of her hands was grasping the placket tightly to prevent any of her skin from showing.

There was an inexplicable facetiousness in Timothy’s eyes, causing Samantha to frown even more as her expression became increasingly alert.

He looked as though he was teasing a pussycat when he stared at her entire body. “You’re in luck, Samantha. I don’t have time to play with you now.”

He approached her abruptly.

Samantha subconsciously took a step back.

Timothy had an even bigger smile but the words he said were cruel and ruthless. “I’ll give you three more days. Think carefully…and give me an answer to my satisfaction.”

“Or else…”

After a deliberate pause, he continued, “…I’ll have to become a widower instead of a divorcee.”

He spoke articulately and nonchalantly when he said his last sentence as if he was engaging in a normal chat.

However, Samantha could not help but feel a chill down her spine. The feeling of being submerged by the ocean three years ago, when the cold attacked her entire body, came surging back again.

She knew that his words were not merely a threat—they were a threat that carried with it the intent to do exactly as he said!

It was cold-blooded and cruel.

Samantha tried her best to restrain herself but she still shuddered.

Timothy did not look at Samantha again. He raised his feet and walked straight to the dressing room. Ignoring Samantha’s presence completely, he took off his pants and chose a fresh suit, which he put on gracefully.

Samantha did not have any interest in Timothy’s body, but she took a deep breath and glanced over after listening to the sound of him changing clothes.

If the man in front of her was an imposter rather than the real Timothy, then it was almost certain that there would be some kind of flaw.

While facial features could be disguised or perhaps even reconstructed using plastic surgery, it was unlikely for the body to receive such treatment. One reason was that it was too large an area, while the other reason was that such a project would be too daunting an endeavor.

Samantha glanced to the best of her ability to try and notice something from him.

After watching for a few seconds, however, the man seemed to sense her gaze and turned suddenly to look at her.

His speed was too quick that Samantha was barely half a beat slower when she retracted her gaze and ended up getting caught looking.

Her cheeks were already a little red but they reddened even more when that happened.

She still felt a little guilty.

Timothy was buttoning his shirt at the moment and smirked when he saw Samantha like that. He did not hesitate to tease her, “If you regret that we didn’t go on earlier, I can always grant your wishes.”

Although she wanted to get a clear look as to whether that Timothy was genuine, she would not go so far as to make such a huge sacrifice by sleeping with him.

Samantha did not answer him. She merely turned around, left the bedroom, and walked into the hall.

She walked to the table and was about to pick up her bag to leave, but a sudden thought occurred to her and she stopped moving once more.

When she peeked at him earlier, she did not notice anything out of the ordinary and the same could be said for when she looked at his face up close. Judging it visually would be very difficult.

Personality-wise, Timothy’s temperament had changed a lot indeed, but there could be various explanations for it. He might have disguised his true nature before, or maybe his personality had changed over those three years.

After all, anyone could change and it was not very convincing.

In that case, the easiest way to figure out whether or not he was the real Timothy was using science.

Since she had arrived there without having to sneak around under his nose, it would be such a waste for her to leave without seizing the opportunity.

Once Timothy finished dressing up neatly, he exited the dressing room and could not help but cock an eyebrow when he saw Samantha standing in a daze at the dining table.

He initially thought that the woman who wanted to fight him earlier and wanted nothing more than to stay miles away from him would make a hasty retreat as soon as she was released. To his surprise, she was still standing there instead of leaving.

Was she just brave? Or did she have something up her sleeve?

“Aren’t you going to leave?” Timothy asked coldly. “What’s the matter? Do you intend to keep me company on my wedding night?”

Samantha clenched her fists subconsciously and secretly took a deep breath. Once her panic had been suppressed, she raised her eyes to look at him and said coldly, “I did not eat or drink anything after all the shenanigans that happened today. I’m hungry, and I want to eat something before I go.”

As she said that, her eyes turned to the cake on the table, which was no doubt prepared by the person who arranged the decoration in the room. The beautiful cake read: ‘Congratulations to the Newlyweds’.

Her reply was beyond Timothy’s expectations.

He scarcely expected her to be in the mood for a meal.

That woman was a marvel.

Samantha did not wait for Timothy to say anything and sat down to help herself to some cake. She took off the lid, picked up the knife, then cut out a slice to eat.

Timothy watched her actions and found them to be infinitely amusing.

She was an intriguing woman...

He was not that stingy as to stop her from eating the cake and immediately said, “Eat as much as you want.”

After saying that, he turned away and began walking toward the door.

When Samantha heard the sound of the door opening and closing, she immediately stopped eating her cake. She finally breathed a sigh of relief after turning around and glancing at the door to ensure that Timothy had left.

However, Timothy probably left her alone without a second thought because he felt that she was not going to play any tricks on him. He seemed so confident that she wondered if he was not at all worried that she might find out anything detrimental to him.

Overthinking was not going to do Samantha any favors. She took a tissue to wipe the corners of her lips before standing up immediately and walking into the bedroom. Once there, she began rummaging carefully through the bed.

She wanted to find traces of his hair that had fallen.

There was nothing on the bedding or the pillows, so she went to the bathroom again to look for his toothbrush. Unfortunately, all of them were unopened and none of them were used.

Samantha went back to the dining table and slumped on the chair.

Could Timothy have left so confidently because he was sure he did not leave any DNA behind?

Samantha wondered if she was going to leave empty-handed.

Feeling a little depressed, she reached out her hand subconsciously and picked up a glass of red wine to take a sip.

All of a sudden, she saw another glass of red wine on the other end of the table. It happened to be the same one that Timothy had drank from earlier.

Her eyes lit up at once and she was surprised that she had forgotten about that.

Samantha stood up immediately and walked over to get it, but she heard a click at the suite door all of a sudden.

Someone was opening the door.