Chapter 83: Who’s The Man That You Like?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Timothy did not say a word and hardly even glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Her question was completely ignored.

Samantha really wanted to scold him with all the swear words she had learned up till then. However, she forcibly restrained herself from doing so after her eyes picked up on his expression.

Timothy appeared exceedingly calm at the moment, but everyone who knew him understood that his calmness was much more terrifying than a direct outburst and cynicism.

Samantha tried her best to calm herself down and thought about what it was that triggered him. She had been respectful during the earlier call and he was the one who hung up, not her...

On second thought, Timothy had used Ronald’s cell phone to call her, which meant that he probably already knew that she had blocked his cell phone number.

Getting his number blacklisted was not enough cause for him to get so angry that he would drive the car straight at her, unless...

Could Timothy have seen her with Alan and inevitably assume she was seducing another man?

The more Samantha thought about it, the more she felt that it was the most plausible explanation.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt.

The car finally stopped. Samantha’s face was practically bloodless and her limbs had turned limp after enduring such a high-speed drive.

Timothy got out of the car first before walking to her side. He opened the door, undid the seat belt, grabbed her wrist, then dragged her out of the car and into the hotel.

Samantha could not keep up with his pace because the steps his long legs took were quite big. She staggered several times and nearly fell too.

Timothy dragged Samantha until they reached the suite before throwing her on the bed.

The strength sent Samantha crashing into the big, soft bed. She gritted her teeth and sat up right away, with her first instinct being to look all around her surroundings.

Timothy turned out to have brought her to the hotel suite he used to live in, the same place he stayed when he was injured some time ago.

That was his turf, and if he wanted to do anything to her, no one would be able to hear her even if she yelled to the heavens.

Samantha pursed her lips slightly. Her eyes stared at Timothy in an extremely defensive manner, keeping an eye out for each and every one of his movements.

Timothy did not speak. There was no expression on his handsome face, but his dark eyes appeared so bottomless that there seemed to be a terrifying sea of waves within it. He maintained that stare at her and just looked on solemnly.

She would be lying if she said she was not afraid. She had fought Timothy countless times and knew full well the disparity between them.

Just as Samantha was no longer able to contain her flustered feelings, the man finally opened his mouth and spat out his question in a clear voice. “Who were you with tonight?”

His voice was very soft, as if he was asking about the weather, but Samantha’s back inexplicably started to sweat.

She could not help but take a deep breath to calm down the fear in her heart.

Her guess was right on the nail—Timothy had seen her with Alan...

Samantha opened her mouth and answered in as calm and natural a tone as possible. “I was with a friend of mine when you called me.”

“Heh.” Timothy snorted coldly. “Why did you lie if it was just a friend?”

Samantha could not help but clench her hand.

His tone was a clear indication that he suspected something was amiss between her and Alan. Under normal circumstances, she would be too lazy to explain anything to him, but because it involved Alan, she was worried that Timothy’s meltdown would be bad for Alan.

Samantha spoke with clarity. “I just look for my friend to talk about some things. I was going to go back to the hospital after that anyway. I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you about it, and I’ve been taking care of Corey in the hospital these past few days too. This isn’t really a lie!”

Timothy did not seem to have heard anything else other than ‘I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you about it.’

“It’s unnecessary?” His voice suddenly turned sullen.

Samantha frowned slightly but said truthfully, “It is unnecessary. We’re not really husband and wife anyway. There’s no need to tell each other about our own private life, right?”

Was he not the one who started it?

Was he not the one who ignored her extremely anxious calls when Corey was facing a life-and-death surgery?

He did not give her a chance to talk to him when she wanted to. Why should he be unhappy if she knew her place and no longer wanted to talk to him about it?

There really was no necessity...

Little by little, the glow under Timothy’s eyes became stained with scarlet.

She did not feel the need to tell her own husband about her personal affairs, yet she chatted happily and intimately with an unknown man in a hotel late at night.

From the way they spoke, laughed, and looked at each other at the hotel entrance, Timothy could see that they had known each other for a long time.

Samantha never again showed her resplendent smile to Timothy after she returned to the country. It was the same even when she was acting in front of his grandmother. There was no smile, not even a perfunctory one.

However, she smiled in such a natural manner in front of that man.

She once told him that she would unconsciously smile like a fool whenever she saw someone that she liked.

She said that they were not really husband and wife, and that there was no need to tell him about her private affairs...

Timothy chuckled twice all of a sudden. His black eyes stared at her and he eventually said, “Since it’s unnecessary to tell me, you went and told that stud you like, isn’t that right?

“Since I’m not really your husband, the husband you want is that stud who was with you tonight, is that it?”

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A helpless look appeared in Samantha’s eyes.

She really did not know how Timothy associated Alan with being her favorite stud.

Moreover, why did he suddenly mention her having a stud she liked...

She pondered for a moment and something suddenly came to her mind. During the time Timothy rescued her after she fell ill, he was in the villa all along. That was how he heard the words she told Old Madam Barker when asking for a divorce.

She said that she already had someone she liked in her heart.

Timothy, therefore, equated Alan to the man she liked.

She did not expect to shoot herself in her own foot.

Timothy must not be allowed to misunderstand Alan. She could not hurt Alan because he was too good a person to her who helped her all the time.

“No.”

Samantha held in her fear. She held her clothes unconsciously, stood up, then raised her eyes, and looked directly at Timothy’s reddened eyes. “He’s just a friend that I got to know when I was abroad and we’re not that close anyway. I went to him only because he’s a doctor. I met him because I wanted his help with Corey’s illness. This is the truth!”

She tried to emphasize that she did not have that much of a relationship with Alan.

‘We’re not that close anyway.. Just a friend that I got to know...’

Timothy’s sight landed on her hand.

He was all too familiar with Samantha’s little emotional movements. Whenever she was nervous, her fingers would unconsciously grasp her clothes.

Was she lying again to protect that stud?

In his anger, Timothy could clearly feel his heart being pierced strongly by thousands of tiny needles.

Rather than lash out, he curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

Timothy grabbed Samantha’s wrist, pulled her in front of him, then gazed downward at her, and asked, “Alright then. Since you said that he isn’t the man you like, then tell me, who exactly is the man that you like?”