Once Bitten, Twice Shy Novel - Chapter 44
Chapter 44: What Are You Hinting At?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Samantha was speechless. That was her line!
“No…” Seeing Ronald making his way out, Samantha hurriedly stood before him to stop him. “Mr. Crawford, shouldn’t you be the one to stay behind and take care of Timothy? He’s your boss!”
Ronald retorted, “But Ms. Larsson, Mr. Barker is your husband!”
Samantha was lost for words.
He really lived up to his position as the executive assistant to a man like Timothy. One sentence alone left her powerless to refute.
“Moreover, Ms. Larsson, I’m a man who does things roughly. I’m never going to be as careful as a girl like you, so you’re the most suitable person to stay back and take care of Mr. Barker! I appreciate you taking the trouble to do so!”
Ronald left the suite hastily, as though he had oil on his feet. He did not even wait for Samantha to speak and the only sound that he heard was that of the door closing behind him.
It was only when he got into the elevator that he breathed a sigh of relief.
If he did not misinterpret the signs and hints, then it was clear his big boss was hoping to be alone with Samantha. After all, his big boss acquiesced when he invited Samantha onto the car earlier, but the second he mentioned about finding another woman, the man shot him a murderous gaze!
The more he thought about his decision, the more justified he felt it was. Since that was the case, he wanted to be a better wingman and smiled when a sudden thought occurred to him.
Ronald walked out of the hotel and headed toward the big shopping mall just opposite.
…
Inside the room.
Samantha shuffled her feet. She wanted to leave but ended up following them there. She had shown enough kindness to Timothy already. After all, they were not really husband and wife!
She was under no obligation to stay there and take care of him.
Samantha raised her foot, but as time passed, she could not bring herself to take a step forward.
She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and finally walked back to the bedside again.
Like it or not, she was not an ungrateful person! In any case, Timothy had also taken care of her all night when she fell sick.
Once Samantha had managed to convince himself, she did not worry too much about it anymore.
Timothy was already asleep but his sleep was not a peaceful one. It was unknown whether that resulted from the pain of the wound or the effects of the aphrodisiac that had yet to wear off. Cold sweat oozed continuously from his forehead and his eyebrows were knit in a tight frown.
Samantha walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. She then returned to the edge of the bed and sat there, wiping off his sweat before feeling his forehead. She compared his temperature to her own and it came as a relief that he was not having a fever.
She put the towel on his forehead and shifted her attention to his frown. She unknowingly reached forward and tapped her fingertips on them, smoothing the frown little by little.
It was rare of her to see Timothy being so pale and fragile, so much so that the feeling of pity began rising unconsciously in her heart.
A knock was suddenly heard on the door of the suite, interrupting Samantha’s thoughts. She snapped to her senses and walked toward the door puzzlingly.
It was already very late, so who could it possibly be?
She opened the door only to see that Ronald had returned and was standing at the door.
Samantha cocked an eyebrow. “Why are you back, Ronald? Have you finally decided that you want to take care of your boss yourself?”
“Not at all. Don’t get me wrong.” Ronald handed the big bag in his hand to Samantha. “There are some women’s products in there. I came to personally send these to you. I’ve bought some essentials as well as clothes for you to change into!”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Mr. Crawford.” Samantha accepted his gesture and took the big bag. “Thank you.”
“As it should, Ms. Larsson! I’ll be leaving then. Do call me again if you need anything. Good night!”
“Good night.”
Samantha watched as Ronald strode away. For some reason, she had the feeling that he was running for his life.
Could he be worried that she would make him stay and take care of Timothy?
Samantha closed the door and returned to the room with the big bag.
She opened it to try and find a nightdress she could wear after a bath. However, she was utterly dumbfounded to see what was inside…
There were a few nightdresses inside, but they were all the sexy kind—the fabric and design might be different, but the one thing in common was that they were…short, see-through, and revealing!
Samantha could not help but clench her hands into fists as she held the nightdresses.
Ronald was really considerate alright, but he was being considerate toward his big boss rather than her!
No wonder he ran off so fast. It turned out that he was doing something cheeky! Had he left any slower, she would have caught him and definitely insisted on getting him to wear them one by one!
It was already too late for her to go out and buy a new set. The shops were closed and she had to stay there to keep watch over Timothy.
She was wearing a dress at that moment, but she could not be wearing it all the time because it was uncomfortable. Those nightdresses were better than nothing…
In any case, Timothy was asleep and it was not as though he would be able to see it.
Samantha tried her best to pick out the less raunchy one among them and brought it into the bathroom.
After taking her shower, she put on the nightdress rather awkwardly, then wrapped herself in the bathrobe before going out.
She turned off the main light in the room, leaving only the wall lamp beside the bed as the sole source of light. After that, she lay down on the sofa next to the bed and got up every two hours to take Timothy’s body temperature.
Although she was able to keep herself awake in the beginning, she eventually became a little sleepy and ended up sleeping directly on the bed after taking Timothy’s body temperature.
She had no idea how much time had passed, but the sky had quietly begun to light up.
Timothy’s eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes slowly. He was in a daze for a few seconds, but his gaze became profoundly sharp when the memories soon flooded into his mind.
The last, reasonably clear memory he had was that of Samantha telling him to find another woman. He then stabbed himself and asked Ronald to pick him up.
From that point on, his memory was completely vague. He knew that someone had been taking care of him and it was probably Ronald.
Sensing pressure on top of his arm, Timothy turned his face and looked over.
The first thing he saw was that long, luscious black hair, followed by a woman’s pretty and delicate facial features. The woman’s eyes were closed and she was asleep. Some of the sun’s mischievous rays of light shone through the window and landed on her cheeks, creating an inexplicable feeling of tranquility and calmness.
Timothy’s heart was like a lake that had endless ripples on the water surface because a boulder had been thrown right in.
It was her? She was the one who stayed and took care of him?
Was he dreaming, or was he seeing things?
Timothy moved his hand slightly—so light that it was almost as if he was afraid of shattering the scene in front of him. His fingertips then lightly touched Samantha’s eyebrows.
She was real.
Samantha seemed to have sensed his touch as her long curly lashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.
She made direct eye contact with Timothy.
There was a gentle look in his eyes that she had not seen for a long time.
Samantha was stunned too. Did she fall asleep?
She blinked to try and have a closer look, but Timothy’s expression had reverted to normal, as though everything she saw earlier was just an illusion.
Samantha had an imperceptible sense of loss in her heart. She cleared her throat lightly, stood up directly, and asked, “You’re awake. How are you feeling right now?”
Rather than answering her, Timothy merely stared at her and grinned evilly, “What are you trying to hint at by dressing like this, Samantha?”
