Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 116: In Drunkenness Lies Truth

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Samantha had given it some thought and felt that it was the only possibility.

She had really drunk too much that night and an entire chunk of her memory had been wiped off. She had been under the impression that she fell asleep after getting drunk.

Timothy was wiping her hair with a towel when he raised his gaze and glanced at her. He then said, “You finally remembered.”

Although she had been mentally prepared for it, her emotions crumbled a little at that moment and she could not help but feel a little flustered.

Did she say something she ought not to after getting drunk and losing control over herself?

Did she, for example, tell him her heart’s truest feelings toward him or something of the likes?

Samantha’s expression changed dramatically once those thoughts appeared in her mind. She tried her best to control her faltering voice and maintained a calm tone while asking, “Then, did I… Other than begging you for help... Did I say anything else?”

Timothy’s wiping motion paused and he threw the towel casually onto the sofa armrest. He curled his lips with intrigue and responded without answering the question, “Do you want to know?”

His expression made Samantha even more nervous.

She pursed her lips and said softly, “Well, tell me.”

Even though that was the death of her, she still wanted to get a clear idea of why and how she came to face her demise!

Timothy’s handsome face sank all of a sudden and his thin lips opened slightly. His tone was cold and he said each word clearly, “You called me…a b*stard!”

Samantha was silent.

“And a scumbag!”

Samantha felt at a loss.

Timothy took one more step toward her and narrowed his dark eyes. “You said I didn’t deserve to be your husband!”

Samantha unconsciously took a step back and gulped.

It turned out that she still failed to resist Rochelle’s instigation after getting drunk and really ended up calling Timothy to scold him...

The fact that she took the initiative to mention it was nothing more than digging her own grave!

Samantha forced a wry smile and explained, “I… I got drunk. All that was nonsense. Can’t you be the bigger man and not take it to heart?”

“Heh.” Timothy then retorted coldly, “All I know is that there’s truth in drunkenness!”

Samantha was extremely upset at why she was not able to hold it back then...

She licked her dry lips and struggled to decide whether or not to continue justifying it or admit to her mistake. She ended up choosing the latter.

“I… I’m sorry.” She scratched her hair awkwardly. “I really did drink too much.”

‘Sorry…’

The glow in Timothy’s eyes intensified.

Samantha was all things arrogant and unreasonable, but she never said sorry to him.

Her apology was not something he wanted.

Seeing Timothy turning quiet all of a sudden, Samantha raised her eyes furtively and glanced at him. His expression was a little gloomy and unclear, and he did not look like he was happy.

Was he still upset even though she had apologized? Timothy had become really hard to please.

During their past romance, Timothy was the easiest to coax. A soft little sentence, a coy little action, or even a kiss on the lips would get him to accede to her again.

She thought for a while and opened her mouth to say, “Maybe you can scold me, Timothy? Just say whatever you want to me until you feel better?”

Timothy returned to his senses and looked at her with disdain. “Do you think I’m like you?”

Samantha could not help but chide to herself, ‘Even though you never scolded me like that before, your ironic and mocking comments in the past were much more hurtful than the things I said when scolding you.’

Unfortunately, she was the one in the wrong. There was nothing else she could do other than smile, put her hands together, and said to him, “In that case, I’d have to thank the great Mr. Barker for his magnanimity in forgiving a little girl like me!”

After a few seconds’ pause, she remembered that she had not gotten to the main question yet and tentatively asked again, “Timothy, I… didn’t say anything else, did I?”

Timothy finally kept her in suspense and asked, “What else do you think you said?”

A slight crack appeared on Samantha’s face.

He was implying that she said other things in addition to cursing and begging!

She wondered whether she had turned into a talkative blabbermouth after getting drunk. She used to be a good girl who never went off the rails after getting drunk and fell asleep instead. How was it even logical that she had spoken so much at the time?

Samantha’s expression turned bitter and her delicate facial features were all scrunched up. “I really can’t remember, Timothy. What else did I say to you exactly?”

If she really did say something embarrassing, she might probably have to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

Timothy’s black pupils stared fixedly at her. His long legs stretched forward and he reduced the distance between them. Then, he leaned over slightly and moved his thin lips to her ears. In a low and sonorous voice, he said, “You said that as long as I am willing to help you, you’ll...”

Having said that, he dragged out the final syllable and paused deliberately.

Samantha gulped several times and asked nervously, “I’ll what?”

“You’ll…unconditionally accept three of my conditions in exchange!”

For a moment, Samantha did not know whether she should breathe a sigh of relief or continue feeling anxious.

At the very least, she was fortunate not to have confessed to him or anything of the sort, although agreeing to Timothy’s three conditions was hardly any better!

What if the first thing Timothy asked was for her to disappear on her own? Was she supposed to take her own life then?

What if he wanted her to commit a crime so she would be jailed for the rest of her life?

Even if she was drunk, she could not have agreed to something that would forfeit her own liberty, right? Could Timothy be hoodwinking her?

Timothy seemed to have seen through her thoughts. His cold and indifferent voice resonated through the air and he said, “Don’t worry. You won’t be asked to commit any crimes. Can’t expect you to do that with your IQ.”

Samantha was speechless.

It would do Timothy well not to speak up because doing so would make a person feel like smacking him.

She had been so lovestruck back then that his handsomeness clouded her judgment. Were that not the case, she would not have fallen for him despite his handsomeness, considering how volatile and annoying he was when he spoke!

Samantha had no memory of those three conditions and would not be able to deny anything even if he claimed that she had agreed to three thousand conditions.

After all, he really did rescue her from dire straits that day.

If Timothy had not shown up, things would have either ended very badly for her, or she would have been dragged down along with her worthless parents.

There was no such thing as a free lunch and she understood the law of equivalent exchange.

Samantha raised her head and Timothy’s handsome face was reflected in her dark eyes. Her lips moved slightly and she said, “I won’t go back on my word since I’ve already agreed to it. What do you want me to do? Tell me, and if it’s something I’m able to do, I give you my word, I’ll do it!”

Timothy lowered his gaze and looked at Samantha, whose figure was reflected in his eyes as well. A glimmer streaked across his eyes and he started to speak, “The first condition is....”