Once Bitten, Twice Shy Novel - Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Wish

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The man then pulled the trigger.

Samantha’s head went blank at the time and she had no idea where she mustered the courage to just charge out like that.

The big burly men did not expect her to come over all of a sudden and did not manage to react in time.

She practically threw herself onto Timothy’s body and shielded him. The next second, the bullet struck her back and the huge pain overwhelmed her senses in an instant, causing blood to drain from her face.

Timothy’s shock was reflected in her wide-open eyes. It was the first time she had seen a discernible expression on his face since her first encounter with him.

She opened her mouth to try and say something, but the pain was too much and she could not make a single sound. Slowly but surely, her vision became a blur.

After that, she heard Timothy’s melodious voice calling out to her, “Samantha!”

Her heart skipped a beat.

In the four years she tried to woo him, Timothy had always ignored her and never even gave her a second look. She thought that Timothy did not know who she was or what her name was.

To her surprise, he knew who she was and even called her by name.

It was the first time that voice called her by name after all those years. The way he said her name was just as wonderful as she had imagined.

However, she seemed to be on the verge of death…

She was still so young, yet her life was already reaching the end before she could even woo Timothy.

Despite all that, she did not seem to have any regret in saving Timothy.

She wanted to open her eyes and take another look at him, but was unable to bear the weight of her eyelids and soon plunged into complete darkness.

At that time, she roamed around in the dark for a long time and was stuck there, unable to get out until she heard Timothy’s voice again. He was still calling her name.

She followed the sound and saw a large ray of light appearing suddenly in front of her. She ran over with all her energy, and her eyes opened as soon as she stepped into the light.

A nurse was in the middle of taking her blood pressure. The nurse saw that she had woken up and said with a smile. “You’re finally awake, little missy. If you hadn’t woken up any sooner, your family and your boyfriend are going to get really anxious!”

Samantha heard that and could not help wondering if she had really come back alive. After all, she could hear exactly what the nurse said to her.

She had family members alright, but where did that ‘boyfriend’ come from?

Samantha subconsciously said, “I don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

The boyfriend she wanted did not even look at her.

The nurse disagreed, thinking she was just being shy. “Are you not going to admit that you have such a good boyfriend? You have no idea how anxious he was when he came to the hospital with you in his arms. His character is already so assertive even at such a young age, startling our director into coming over and handling him personally.

“And you know, after your operation was done and you were still unconscious, he came to accompany you every single day. When he comes, he always stays here for more than half a day.”

Samantha was stunned.

According to the nurse’s description, the boyfriend being mentioned should refer to Timothy. They seemed to have been rescued that day, but did Timothy really come by to accompany her every single day? It was too inconceivable!

She still could not believe it and whispered, “Really?”

The nurse was about to answer when the door to the ward was pushed open. The nurse smiled and said, “Speaking of your boyfriend, there he is right now. I’ll let him answer your questions.”

She put away the blood pressure equipment, then withdrew from the ward.

Samantha sat there and watched as Timothy’s tall and slender figure came into her sight step by step. Her black pupils contracted uncontrollably and she did not blink for fear that the person in front of her would disappear in a blink of an eye.

It was not until Timothy stood by her bed that he opened his thin lips. Although his voice was just as indifferent as before, there was still a little hint of warmth to it. “Is there any part of you that’s still feeling uncomfortable?”

‘Whoa… It really is him.’

No one except Timothy had a face so handsome and a voice so melodious.

Samantha shook her head gently. “No.”

Her sudden movement seemed to tug at her wound and the pain made her frown.

Timothy bent down, pressed her shoulders with both hands, then said, “Don’t move. The bullet shot through your back and was lodged in your bones. You would’ve been killed on the spot if that hadn’t happened.”

Killed on the spot…

Only then did Samantha finally feel dread. It was such a close call and the grim reaper nearly paid her a visit.

She cherished the life she managed to keep and dared not move anymore. She even spoke in an even softer manner when she asked, “Who saved us?”

“The police arrived in time,” Timothy said curtly, as if he did not want to say anything further.

Samantha nodded. “Then… Were you injured?”

“I’m fine.”

Samantha nodded again after looking at him, since he did seem to have come out of it unscathed.

There was a moment of silence.

After all, the two of them did not really know each other and barely exchanged a couple of sentences with each other.

After finally securing the opportunity to get along with him, Samantha could not bring herself to just stare at him like that. She thought for a while and opened her mouth again, “The nurse told me just now that you came every day to accompany me. Is that…true?”

“Yeah,” Timothy answered concisely.

“Why? Because I saved you?”

“Yes.”

Although Timothy answered her questions, Samantha felt that he did so only out of gratitude for saving his life.

When she recovered, Timothy would probably go back to being strangers with her again.

Perhaps her successful escape from death’s door had made her fearless, for she brazenly posed a question to him, “Shouldn’t you devote your life to me after I saved you?”

Timothy seemed to be rather surprised to have heard such an audacious statement from her. His black eyes stared at her and the glow under his eyes began to surface.

Samantha finished speaking but was ashamed to face the young man’s gaze. She blushed and said weakly, “I know you don’t like me. I’m just kidding.”

She rescued him out of instinct, not to hold him under any moral obligation and ask him for anything in return.

Timothy did not answer right away. He pulled the chair and sat down, then stared at her deeply for some time before saying, “It was your birthday that day. Did you make a wish?”

That sudden question stunned Samantha for a moment. She then realized that the day he was speaking about was the very same day she rescued him.

Although she had no idea why he was asking that question, she answered truthfully. “I haven’t gotten the chance to. It’s long past my birthday now.”

After the operation, she had been in a coma for more than a week.

Timothy took out an exquisite matchbook from his pocket, then struck it and lit one match.

A small flame appeared in front of Samantha’s eyes and she heard the young man’s low and sweet voice, “I’m returning it to you. Make a wish.”

Was she returning her birthday wish back to her?

Samantha had the same birthday wish as she did four years in a row, so she blurted it out all the same, “I hope to become Timothy’s girlfriend!”