Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Samantha stepped out of the hotel. She followed the directions and walked across two streets until she finally reached a streetside drugstore.

The pharmacist asked her kindly, “Hi there, Miss. What can I get you today?”

Samantha clenched her hands slightly before answering, “The morning-after pill.”

After paying the money, Samantha walked out with the pills and bought a bottle of mineral water from the vending machine beside the street. She uncapped the mineral water, placed a pill in her mouth, then drank the water and swallowed the pill.

Even though she was unable to stop Timothy’s request, she could not bring herself to have a child when her relationship with him was still open to question.

A child was a human life, not a toy that one could have on a whim and abandon when it was no longer wanted.

…

When Timothy woke up, the first thing he did was tighten his embrace, but he soon realized that there was no one in his arms.

He lifted his eyelids and looked to his side but Samantha’s figure was nowhere to be seen. He then sat up and swept his gaze across the entire suite, and still he saw no trace of Samantha.

He looked up at the clock on the wall and wondered where she disappeared to when it was still so early in the morning.

Timothy reached for his cell phone at the bedside table and dialed Samantha’s number. Within seconds, he heard her phone’s ringtone on the sofa at the other end.

She did not bring her cell phone with her.

Timothy frowned slightly.

He swiped his fingers across his phone and was about to call Ronald when the room door swung open and footsteps were heard.

Did Samantha return?

Timothy put down his phone and strode over to the door.

He happened to make eye contact with Samantha as she walked in.

Samantha did not expect him to be up so soon and was slightly surprised. “You’re…awake?”

Timothy glanced at her face and finally felt more at ease when he saw that she was alright. Rather than answering her question, he asked her instead, “Where did you go?”

As he spoke, he unconsciously looked at the bag she was carrying. The pill bottle could be seen through the transparent bag, and Timothy’s expression sank right away when he read the words on it.

Samantha never really thought about hiding it from Timothy, but she felt a little guilty at the time and even subconsciously retracted the hand that held the bag.

When Timothy next spoke, his voice had turned much colder than before. “What’s this?”

His body gradually began to exude a terrifying aura, seemingly imparting a chilling sensation to the otherwise warm room.

Samantha tried her best to hold back the dread she was feeling. She looked up at his cold eyes and stressed each word in her sentence, “I’ve already told you yesterday that I don’t want children.”

Taking a pill was the only way she could protect herself.

After a pause, she added a few more remarks, “Timothy, I’m hoping that my future children can be born into a loving environment. I would never want them to experience the same things I have, especially when I’m still not ready to be a mother.”

‘I don’t want children…

‘I’m hoping that my future children can be born into a loving environment…’

Ultimately, she neither wanted to bear his child nor continue to take their relationship to the next level. In her mind, she was still going to divorce him eventually.

Timothy grinned in anger and was practically gnashing his teeth when he spat out, “Perfect!”

He strode over to Samantha, walked past her, then left the room without ever looking back at her again.

Samantha froze and clenched unconsciously.

She did not want to provoke him in the slightest, but she had to be steadfast to her own principles when it came to children.

…

Ronald nearly rolled off the bed after being woken up by an incessant knocking on his room door.

“Who the hell could that be!” Ronald yawned while complaining, “Such a nuisance so early in the morning!”

He opened the door and was about to lash out at the person, but as soon as he saw Timothy’s gloomy face, the fear took his voice away and jolted him awake at once.

Ten seconds later, he finally found his voice and asked weakly, “Mr. B-Barker, what…happened to you?”

Timothy’s voice was so cold that Ronald felt like he was at the north pole. “Book the plane ticket right now! We’re leaving for home!”

“…What?” Ronald was unable to react for a moment. “Why are we going home so suddenly?”

“None of your stinking ideas were useful! I’m canceling your bonus.”

Timothy turned around and left without giving Ronald the chance to even say anything.

Ronald stood on the spot for more than a minute. Once he finally understood what his big boss said, he wanted to cry but the tears did not come.

As if it was not obvious enough, it was certain that Timothy had messed up Plan B. Ronald’s heart ached after the bonus he got was taken away from him. It would have been less painful if he was never slated to get it in the first place!

Furthermore, Ronald’s ideas were not at all stinky. It was Timothy who insisted on being stubborn! Saying ‘I love you’ worked better than anything else, but Timothy was reluctant to say that! Who else could be at fault if not Timothy?

Ronald might have been feeling resentful, but he still booked the plane ticket—albeit begrudgingly.

He could only blame himself for getting a boss like Timothy. There was nothing else he could do except to follow Timothy, even if it meant having to walk on his knees!

…

During the entire journey home, Timothy never said a word to Samantha and treated her as if she was invisible. After disembarking from the plane, he strode forward and left Samantha behind, making the two of them seem just like strangers.

Ronald did not know whether it was better to follow Timothy or Samantha, so he had to stop numerous times before continuing to walk. He had a very worried expression the entire time.

By the time the three of them exited the airport, a car was already waiting at the entrance.

Ronald rushed forward and forced out a smile as he opened the rear car door. “Mr. Barker, Mrs. Barker, please get in.”

Timothy narrowed his eyes at him. Rather than enter the car, he said coldly, “Send her back home.”

As soon as he gave Ronald that order, he stopped a taxi, got in, and left as the taxi drove away speedily.

Ronald felt extremely awkward when he looked at Samantha. “In that case, I’ll send you back then…”

Samantha did not want to make his life even harder and got in the car.

After returning to the villa, Samantha politely bid farewell to Ronald and turned to enter the house.

Ronald looked at her from behind and opened his mouth intending to say something. Unfortunately, he did not know how best to structure his sentences and could only let out a huge sigh.

Why did Timothy and Samantha’s path to love have to be such a rocky one?

…

Samantha went into her room, changed into her pajamas, then lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

Sleeping was all she felt like doing, although she did not know whether it was due to the side effects of the pill or whether sleeping was a gateway for her to ignore all her worries.

She initially thought she would not be able to sleep but she ended up falling asleep rather quickly.

Samantha did not know how long she slept, but by the time she opened her eyes, the sky outside was completely dark. She gazed blankly out the window and felt as though she did not know what day it was.

There was a notification from her phone.

She reached out for her phone and tapped on the WeTalk app. Once she saw that it was a message from Rochelle, she clicked into the chat right away.

Rochelle: [What’s going on?]

Samantha was at a loss. What did she mean by ‘what’s going on’? Did something happen yet again?

The nasty rumors about her that had been circulating recently had conditioned her to have a sort of reflex against them.

Samantha sat up immediately, typed out a message, and immediately replied: [What are they saying about me again?]