Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

‘Dressing like this?’ How was she dressed?

Samantha looked down at herself in confusion. That was when she found out that the bathrobe sash had been undone, probably as a result of having moved a lot after falling asleep, only to reveal her sexy nightdress.

She was incredibly seductive from Timothy’s point of view…

Samantha’s cheeks turned red and she hurriedly wrapped the bathrobe over herself before tying the strap around her waist. The more nervous she was, the more difficult it became for her to tie it.

Timothy kept his calm amidst his excitement and continued to tease her. “It might be inconvenient for me now, but if you really want it, I have no problem putting in some effort to satisfy you!”

Samantha finally tied a firm knot on the strap. She blushed and explained, “Ronald bought this. I… I wore it because I didn’t have any other clothes to change into. Like hell I’d want it!”

She felt even more embarrassed after saying the last few words and could not help but call him out again. “Quit it with all those dirty thoughts of yours!”

Timothy felt even more pleased when he saw Samantha blushing and stomping her feet anxiously. He enjoyed that kind of attitude much more than when she gave him the cold shoulder and got angry at him all the time.

Taking care not to overdo it, Timothy coughed slightly. “I’d like something to drink.”

Samantha obviously did not want to continue the topic, so she turned around and walked out of the room to pour him some water.

After returning with a glass of warm water, she handed it to him and said, “Here.”

Timothy did not move. His black eyes looked at her and there seemed to be a hint of weakness in his faint tone. “I can’t get up. Can you help me up?”

Why did she have this feeling that he was very energetic when teasing her earlier? Why pretend to be weak all of a sudden?

As Samantha chastised him in her heart, she saw his frowns and realized that he really might be feeling uncomfortable.

She looked at him suspiciously for a few seconds, but she eventually reached out, grabbed his arm, and used a bit of strength to pull him up.

However, Timothy was only halfway up when he fell back on the bed, seemingly because his wound was hurting again. At the same time, Samantha ended up being pulled down as well.

She had no time to be prepared for what was coming as her upper body landed on his body and her red lips planted an imprint on his thin lips.

Their eyes were facing each other and they could see each other’s reflections from the surface of their eyes.

Samantha’s mind was blank for a moment. She got up hurriedly from him the next second, but by then her earlobes had already turned bright red.

Timothy touched his own lips suggestively and her warmth seemed to still linger there. With his eyebrows cocked slightly, his voice became hoarse as he teased, “And you said you didn’t want it, Samantha.”

She had witnessed first-hand how guilty individuals were often the first ones to cry foul!

It was she who ended up buying his lies and believing he was really weak! True enough, a man’s words were always lies!

Samantha set down the water cup forcefully on the bedside table and said coldly. “It’s your call whether you want to get up or whether you want to drink!”

Timothy did not feel annoyed at all, and asked instead, “Is this how you’re supposed to act when you’re caring for me, Samantha? When you were sick that night, I let you hold me however you wanted just to make sure your little life was not in any danger. I stayed up the entire night to take care of you.”

Samantha’s anger disappeared little by little after hearing what he said.

Timothy was right… He did help her once…

Samantha took a few deep breaths and stretched out her hand again. She grabbed his shoulders and exerted considerable force to pull him up, but Timothy was quite cooperative on that occasion and managed to sit up with the help of her strength. He then leaned against the bedhead.

He lifted his chin and motioned for the cup. “Bring the glass to my lips.”

Samantha frowned. “You hurt your leg, Timothy, not your hands! Drink it by yourself!”

Timothy replied calmly, “My entire body is weak and my hands are even weaker.”

Samantha gritted her teeth. ‘You seemed pretty strong when you pulled me just now! Forget about it! I’m not that ungrateful of a person!’

Samantha repeated those sentences silently in her heart before picking up the glass of water. She bent over slightly and leaned toward him, placing the glass to his mouth and helping him drink it.

She then forced a smile and asked, “Are you satisfied now, Mr. Barker?”

Timothy had a gleeful look in his black eyes and he glanced askance at her, saying, “It’s reasonable. A bare pass.”

How dare he fault her like that!

Samantha’s lips twitched and she smirked annoyedly. “Mr. Barker, if you’re not satisfied with my care, you’re free to hire a caregiver who can satisfy you. There are loads of people who would be happy to take care of you. I’ll be leaving now, then,” Samantha said, then turned around to leave.

She felt a sudden grip on her wrist which startled her. She then turned to look at Timothy and asked him, “What are you doing?”

She tried to break free of his shackles but was unable to do so.

Timothy looked up at her and his black pupils were staring deeply at her. A few seconds later, his thin lips opened slightly and he asked each word with clarity, “Samantha, why did you interrupt me and Penelope yesterday? “

His tone contained imperceptible traces of inquisitiveness and expectation.

Samantha was stunned by his question. She did not expect him to ask that question out of the blue. What did he mean?

She looked into his eyes but failed to see any hint of emotion within his dark pupils. After thinking for a moment, she replied, “It was clear as day that Penelope was scheming against you yesterday. I know you don’t like it when people conspire against you, plus you helped me back in the detention room last time. I’m just returning the favor.”

Timothy frowned slightly but his tone remained unchanged. “That’s it?”

What did he mean ‘that’s it’? Could he have figured out that she had other motives?

Samantha rolled her eyes and she decided to come clean with it. She shrugged and said, “Okay, I’ll admit that I don’t want to see Penelope’s plan succeed. Violet and Penelope framed me for stealing, caused me to get arrested and nearly disfigured as a result. What I did was nothing more than taking revenge.”

If Timothy wanted, he could easily be able to find out the reasons behind her actions the previous day. That was why she had no reason to conceal it.

“If you want to get even for Penelope, or if you want to get back at me for disturbing your time with her yesterday, by all means come at me.”

Samantha did not even realize the hint of bitterness at the tail end of her sentence.

He had been so incensed the previous night after Penelope conspired against him, but then forgave her as soon as he woke up the next day. On the other hand, Samantha clearly never did any of that, but he misunderstood her time and time again.

True love really was amazing!

Timothy’s black eyes were focused on Samantha’s face and not a single one of her expressions could escape his attention. He reached out and pulled her, catching her off guard and sending her tumbling right on the bed.

The distance between Timothy and Samantha narrowed in the blink of an eye, and all she heard was his hoarse voice, “Don’t you have any other reasons besides those?”