Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Samantha was both surprised and confused when she heard that. She turned around and looked at the attendant, “Who are you referring to?”

The attendant looked at Samantha’s face and was startled, but she reacted quickly and explained right away, “Mrs… Mrs. Barker, I’m sorry I mistook you for someone else.”

She bowed deeply while saying, “I’m really sorry.”

Samantha was not the kind of person who enjoyed making life difficult for others. Furthermore, all the attendant did was mistake her for the wrong person, and after seeing how panicked the attendant’s apology was, Samantha said softly, “It’s fine.”

The attendant breathed a sigh of relief and smiled obsequiously, “You’re too kind, Mrs. Barker. Shall I help you try the clothes on?”

“I’ll wear them myself.”

The dresser hung up the clothes and said, “I’ll be just outside then. Please let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

She bowed slightly, then walked out and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, she could not help but place her hand over her heart, as if she had just survived a damning ordeal.

…

Samantha tried on the light green dress and stood in front of the full-length mirror to look at herself after wearing it. She had to admit that the light green color made her skin look much fairer. Her slender neck, delicate shoulders, and the elegant collarbone were all exposed. Those graceful contours added a touch of sensuality to the gentleness of her overall look.

It had been a long time since she dressed up properly, so her mood improved gradually when she wore such a beautiful dress and looked at how pretty she was.

She did a little turn in front of the mirror and wondered what Timothy would feel about it.

With a tight purse of her lips, she walked out of the dressing room toward the VIP seat.

Timothy stood by the window to take a call and his back was facing the entrance. When she walked in, she cleared her throat slightly to signal her arrival.

The man turned his face slightly to glance at her, but he then turned his back to her again as if he had not seen her.

Samantha was at a loss for words. Her initially excited mood sank suddenly to rock bottom and felt like she was on a roller coaster ride.

Did he react that way because she did not look good? Was that why he did not even bother to look twice?

Samantha suddenly started doubting herself even though she originally thought that she looked amazing. She decided to just turn around and head back to the dressing room to change the dress.

“Where are you going?” the man’s voice asked all of a sudden.

Samantha looked up and saw that Timothy had turned around once more. He had ended the call and his black pupils were staring faintly at her.

She pouted and said in a sulky voice, “You don’t think the dress looks good, do you, Mr. Barker? I’m going to change it right now. Wouldn’t want to be an eyesore.”

Timothy frowned slightly, but a little grin soon appeared as he asked, “Did anyone say it doesn’t look good?”

“Your reaction did.” She saw his reaction very clearly earlier, and the first reaction was always the most genuine!

Timothy did not say another word. He strode toward her and extended his long arms to embrace her from the front, whereupon he planted his thin lips on hers and gave her a kiss.

She never expected him to kiss her so suddenly and her eyes widened as a result. Although she was stunned at first, she soon came to her senses and placed her hands on his chest to push him away. “Hey, what are you doing?”

The man placed his forehead against hers and her eyes were captured in his eyes. His voice was hoarse and he emphasized each word of his sentence, “I’m using my reaction to let you know just how beautiful you are.

“I just wanted to finish the call as fast I could and pour all my attention into praising you.”

Whoever said that Timothy did not know how to sweet talk?

He seemed to be very good at it!

Samantha wanted to maintain her pride, but she could not control the corners of her lips from curling up into a smile.

She cleared her throat again and restrained the smile on her face. “Do I really…look that good?”

Timothy released her from his embrace and nodded while looking deeply at her. “Yes, you do.”

After a pause, he added, “You look good in the dress because you look good to begin with.”

People usually said that ‘clothes make the man’ or—in Samantha’s case—a woman, but he said it the other way around.

He was implying that she looked beautiful.

Samantha could no longer hold back her beaming smile and her eyebrows even turned into little arcs as a result.

In the end, Timothy bought all the clothes that Samantha tried on, along with some other clothes she did not try on as well. He then had them sent directly to the villa.

Samantha suddenly felt that her deliberate strategy to save his money ended up going down the drain.

What else could she do about it? Timothy was just too rich.

…

When the car arrived at the hospital, Samantha said to Timothy, “I’m going in now. Drive safely.”

She unfastened her seat belt and was about to push the door open, but the door was not yet unlocked.

A frown manifested on her face and she turned to look at Timothy. “Is there anything else?”

Timothy gazed deeply at her as his thin lips parted open and he said, “Yes. I have something for you.”

What else could he possibly give her when he had already bought her so many clothes and jewelry earlier?

“What is it?”

Timothy took out his wallet from his inner suit pocket, opened it, then took a card from it. He held Samantha’s hand and placed the card in her palm.

Samantha’s gaze fell on the card in the palm of her hand.

She recognized the private bank card that had Timothy’s name engraved and was customized especially for him. It was equivalent to a seal that allowed full access to all the assets under his name.

Samantha stared dazedly at the card and her head was completely blank. Although the card was light in her hand, she felt that its weight could crush mountains of gold and silver.

“T-T-Timothy, why are you… What is the meaning of this?” she stammered. “You can’t… You’re not… Are you going to…give me this card?”

Timothy gazed deeply at her and replied softly, “Yes.”

‘Oh God.’

That was the equivalent of Timothy handing over all his wealth to her!

The first thing she wondered was what got into him that day? Was that still the same Timothy?

He never did such a thing even when they were at the sweetest point in their relationship.

There must be some reason behind his actions!

Samantha stared dumbfoundedly for a couple of seconds. She then stretched out her trembling hands and touched Timothy’s forehead.

His temperature was normal and there did not seem to be any fever…

Timothy allowed her to touch him and said gently, “From now on, you don’t need to worry about money anymore. You can spend the money here.”

He did not want money to be the reason she frowned, went from place to place to make a living, and was cautious all the time.

They were starting anew and had vowed to live a good life, so it was common sense for him to provide for his wife.

However, she felt completely shell-shocked when he gave her his entire net worth just like that, especially when he used to misunderstand her for being a gold-digger who worshiped money.

The shock was just so great that she blurted out a question without first processing it through her mind. “Timothy, aren’t you…afraid that I’ll leave with all your money?”

The light in Timothy’s eyes dimmed suddenly and even the smile that was lurking at the corners of his lips disappeared..