Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Samantha’s heart skipped a beat.

She had gotten used to getting injured and felt saving a child was worth the injury. Timothy, however, did not like to see her injured.

The doctor applied medicine on Samantha, put on a brace, wrapped her with some gauze, then said, “Don’t let the wound come into contact with water. Try to stay in bed and don’t move around. Come next week to remove the brace and we’ll do another x-ray then.”

“Okay, understood.”

After the doctors and nurses went out, the consultation room became quiet and there was pin-drop silence.

Samantha raised her eyelids slowly and glanced at the sullen-faced man who had been standing silently at one corner. She thought to herself for a moment and her entire face scrunched up to reveal a pained expression.

Timothy looked askance at her and remained unmoved.

Samantha looked at him eagerly and said in a trembling voice, “It hurts, Timothy.”

The man looked askance at her again. He finally reacted and started walking, but he headed for the door instead of her.

Samantha was about to ask him what he was doing when she saw him open the door and leave.

She was speechless to see his response because it really came as a surprise to her.

What was going on with Timothy? Did he plan to leave her alone because he was angry that she got injured due to a reckless disregard of her own life?

Just as she was wondering what was going on with him, the door opened again and Timothy pushed in a wheelchair.

He walked straight to Samantha and did not say a word. All he did was bend down, pick her up, and put her on the chair before pushing her and walking out.

His movements were gentle, but the coldness exuding from his entire body was a clear indication that he was still angry and dissatisfied.

The car was already waiting at the entrance of the hospital. Timothy carried Samantha up again and placed her into the car before getting in himself. The car then started driving and soon merged into traffic.

Samantha looked at Timothy’s frosty side profile and knew that it would not be that easy to coax him.

She thought for a moment and frowned before opening her mouth to speak, but her voice was exceptionally low because of her discomfort. “I have something to tell you, Timothy, but can you come closer.”

Timothy merely glanced coldly at her and did not move.

“It’s very important,” Samantha emphasized. “I can’t move now, or else I might strain the wound again.”

Timothy moved over and leaned his handsome face toward her.

“A little more. It hurts if I speak too loud.”

Timothy leaned so close that she was practically exhaling over his face. He then uttered coldly, “Tell me.”

To his marked surprise, Samantha hooked both arms around his neck and planted her red lips down on his for a kiss.

Timothy was speechless.

He was about to push her away when Samantha quickly reminded, “Don’t move, Timothy. You’ll strain my injury if you move.”

Timothy chuckled in annoyance. “Is this intentional?”

“Mmhmm.” Samantha nodded unabashedly. “Don’t be angry, Timothy. I’m fine now, aren’t I? This little injury will recover soon, but isn’t it good that I saved a child at least?”

Timothy did not know what happened at the scene but he could imagine how dangerous it must have been. Under such circumstances, few—if any—senior reporters or anchors would brave themselves and take risks. While everyone was finding ways on how to retreat, she willingly decided to enter the fray.

His heart was nearly about to jump up to his throat on the way to Lychee TV. He knew that Samantha had to have been involved when he received the transfer notification message from the bank, and it was there that his heart sank to the bottom.

What if something happened to her?

No one would dare to take risks on the off chance that something might happen to her.

Timothy pursed his thin lips tightly and said stiffly, “Let go.”

Samantha gave him another firm kiss. “Don’t be angry.”

After a pause, she lowered her voice and called out softly, “Hubby…”

Ronald shuddered involuntarily in the driver’s seat. He felt that he ought to be anywhere else other than in the car!

Timothy had an indifferent and frosty expression. He ordered coldly, “Let go!”

Samantha continued giving it her all and cajoled him again, “Hubby, darling, honey… Pretty please don’t get angry at me anymore…”

Ronald glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror and silently lamented for Samantha. Having worked for Timothy for so many years, he understood Timothy to be a man of steel who despised coquettishness and would never be swooned by such acts. Ronald remembered a female secretary who was fired after she made a work mistake and tried to act kittenish around Timothy. It was likely that Samantha’s efforts would be in vain.

He was just thinking about that when he spotted a tiny and almost imperceptible smirk at the corners of Timothy’s lips.

He blinked and wondered if he had seen it wrongly.

He then heard Timothy’s voice soften. “Give me another kiss and I’ll forgive you.”

Ronald was absolutely speechless.

Samantha readily accepted it and planted another kiss on Timothy’s lips. “You’re the best, honey…”

Timothy pinched the tip of Samantha’s nose and said sternly, “This is the first and last time.”

He knew that it was her dream and therefore would not stop her from pursuing it. His only condition was for her to always put her life first.

Samantha nodded. “Understood.”

After a pause, she thought of the ten million and frowned again, “Timothy, about that ordeal I went through with the madman, I negotiated with him and gave him your ten million. I don’t know if I can get it back. If I can’t, I’ll—”

“The ten million belongs to you,” he interrupted before she could finish speaking.

“What?” Samantha was puzzled for a moment.

“I gave the card to you and the money in it is yours. You don’t need to explain to me how you decide to spend it,” the man said in a very natural manner.

Samantha’s inner anxiety disappeared suddenly because Timothy genuinely did not mind how she spent his money. However, she frowned again the next second.

Timothy looked at her worriedly. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“I can’t help but feel a bit heartbroken if I can’t get back my ten million,” Samantha said pitifully. “If I knew that, I would’ve tried bargaining with the madman when I was negotiating with him.”

Timothy was speechless.

Seeing her heartlessness, he felt that he had been worried about her for nothing.

…

After Samantha returned to the villa, she took her medicine and drifted to sleep once the effects kicked in.

The sky outside was already dark by the time she woke up and Timothy was no longer beside her.

She glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was already eight o’clock at night.

When she spotted her cell phone on the bedside table that Timothy had retrieved, she reached out and picked it up. As soon as she pressed the button to light the screen up, she saw a bunch of unread message notifications from WeTalk.

Samantha tapped on WeTalk and was about to read the messages, but her phone suddenly began ringing..