Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 89: Spend A Lifetime Not Getting What You Want

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Surprise appeared in Jonathan’s calm and sullen eyes, but his long arms soon wrapped around Rochelle’s slender waist and he kissed her back with abandon.

Rochelle not only did not resist but even synced with him very well. She even inserted her long fingers into his hair before moving downward. He rubbed the back of his neck in a semi-intentional manner, for that was his sensitive area.

Sure enough, she could sense the man’s breathing becoming heavier. His big palms began to wander across her back and he gradually tightened his embrace around her.

When his body temperature rose and he started to get all fired up, Rochelle opened her indulgent eyes and moved her red lips to Jonathan’s ear. Her voice was husky, with a hint of lust, and she spoke in a very clear manner, “I want you to spend your entire life not being able to get what you want!”

That was her answer to his earlier question!

When Rochelle finished speaking, she pushed Jonathan away mercilessly.

Jonathan’s defenses were down and he was pushed back resoundingly, staggering back a couple of steps.

His eyes still had that dark glow, but the expression on his face had already returned to aloofness. However, his aura had not been completely adjusted back.

Rochelle savored his expression and smiled, “That chick probably hasn’t gone very far. I can call her back for you if you need me to. Or...you can choose whichever one out of the many women in this place.”

After that, she casually adjusted the hem of her skirt and walked away with her high heels.

When she passed by him, she suddenly thought of something and stopped again. She cast a sideways glance at Jonathan’s cold face and reminded kindly, “And by the way, remember to use protection. If you fall into their trap, it’s annoying for me to have to commit indiscriminate murder.”

Jonathan gave her a sideways glance as well.

Rochelle blew a kiss to him mischievously, “See you next time, Hubby.”

She walked away with her head held high.

Jonathan’s bodyguards rushed over a little too late. They originally wanted to ask him if he wanted them to deal with her, but immediately shut their mouths when they saw the peerlessly beautiful back of his young wife.

If they really posed that question to him, the ones that would have to be dealt with were none other than themselves.

…

At the villa.

Old Madam Barker sat by the bed and looked at Timothy, who was sleeping extremely restlessly on the bed. She took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead while sighing continuously.

Aunt Julia, who was standing to one side, could not help but ask, “What’s going on, Old Madam?”

Old Madam Barker narrowed her eyes at her before sighing deeply and replying, “I’m worried!”

“You’re worried?” Aunt Julia was puzzled. “What’s there to worry about when Mr. Barker just passed out from drinking a little too much? He’ll be fine once he sleeps it off.”

Old Madam Barker was speechless. “Do you really believe what that little brat Zachary said?”

When Zachary sent Timothy back, he said that Timothy had drunk too much during a gathering among the three.

Aunt Julia asked, “What’s wrong?”

Old Madam Barker looked at the naive Aunt Julia and could not help but remark, “Look at yourself. You’re not as old as me but your brain isn’t half as good as mine. You’re probably like those people that make the news nowadays. You know, those old people that were deceived into buying all sorts of health products.”

Aunt Julia curled her lips aggrievedly. “Old Madam! I won’t be deceived, okay!”

Old Madam Barker did not want to dwell on that issue anymore and changed the subject. “In all these years, when have you seen Tim passing out from getting this drunk?”

With that said, Aunt Julia immediately noticed that something was off. “Yes, Mr. Barker has been very vigilant since he was a child and was never like this since the kidnapping...

“Now that I think about that, it actually happened a few times.” Aunt Julia furrowed her eyebrows and thought, “That was...two years ago. When Mrs. Barker left Capital City after the marriage was broken off, right?”

“That’s right.” Old Madam Barker’s memory of that was particularly vivid. “He was the one who broke the marriage off, chased her away, and told her never to show up again, but then he was the one who ended up getting drunk. I understand this little brat pretty well, but this is the one time I can’t figure out what’s going on in his mind.”

Aunt Julia had a bitter look on her face too. “I don’t understand it either. If Mr. Barker likes her, why would he break off the marriage? But if he doesn’t like her, why did he seem so hurt at the time?

“Old Madam, do you think he likes her or not?”

Old Madam Barker was about to speak but Timothy’s sudden movements prevented them from doing so.

The drowsy Timothy grabbed Old Madam Barker’s wrist and clenched it forcefully. His lips started moving and he called out in a very low voice, “Samantha.”

Old Madam Barker was stunned and so was Aunt Julia. The two of them exchanged glances with each other.

It seemed...they had gotten their answer.

…

Early the next morning.

The sun shone radiantly through the window lattice, illuminating the entire bedroom with warmth.

Timothy raised his eyelids slowly and the discomfort resulting from the hangover made his eyebrows frown. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, then finally opened his eyes and looked around after slowly regaining his consciousness.

He was back in the villa, inside the master bedroom that belonged to him and Samantha.

He looked sideways and saw someone sitting on a chair beside the bed. The person was covered in a blanket and was asleep, seemingly having looked after him the entire night.

An imperceptible trace of expectation appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

Timothy’s gaze traveled up little by little along the blanket, but when he saw Old Madam Barker’s face, he could not help but lower his gaze as that little bit of hopefulness shattered in his eyes.

Old people were usually light sleepers, and Old Madam Barker woke as if having sensed his movement.

She sat upright and asked, “Are you awake?”

“Yeah.” Timothy sat up and his voice was slightly hoarse, “Grandma, why didn’t you go back to your room to sleep.”

“You think I don’t want to?” Old Madam Barker grumbled unhappily. “If it isn’t you who kept holding my hand to keep me from leaving. I’m so old and frail and yet I have to keep you company while you sleep!”

“Sorry.” Timothy then said in a deep voice, “I’m fine, Grandma. You should go back to your room and rest.”

“I’m in no hurry. I have something to talk to you about!”

Old Madam Barker got up from the chair, sat down on the bed, and stretched out three fingers. She shook them in front of Timothy’s eyes and asked, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Instead of answering her, Timothy asked, “Is that what you want to tell me, Grandma?”

“Spare me the nonsense and answer me!” Old Madam Barker came on strong.

“Three.”

“Well then, looks like you’re sober now.” After confirming that, she stared at Timothy seriously and asked, “Do you know that you grabbed my hand yesterday and kept calling for Sammy?”

The light in Timothy’s eyes flickered slightly.

“I believe that people always tell the truth after drinking, which means that Sammy has a place in your heart. In that case, why did you break off the marriage two years ago? Why did you have to be so heartless after that?”