Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Special day?

What special day could it be?

Samantha was wondering what it could be when another notification came.

She returned to her senses and looked at the phone screen again. It was a scheduled reminder from his calendar, rather than a text message.

Samantha unknowingly clenched her hands.

The fact that Timothy had set a scheduled reminder proved that it was a special day indeed. After hesitating for about half a second, she decided to click on it.

There was nothing written in the remarks, aside from a question mark.

Samantha frowned.

Timothy said that his relationship with Harmony was that of a childhood friend and had since become normal friends at best.

As a result, the two words 'special day' was rather ambiguous...

However, Harmony was the one whose intentions toward Timothy had never ceased. She enjoyed using ambiguous words in the past that led Samantha to misunderstand. Harmony had a bad record of using words, so her remarks had to be investigated and taken with a grain of salt.

The bedroom door was pushed open and footsteps were heard.

From the corner of her eyes, Samantha saw the man's slender figure walking in and placed his phone back stealthily, pretending to have just woken up.

Timothy came over and gazed tenderly at her with his dark eyes. "You've woken up? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

She did not need to go to work that day because Victoria had told her to have a good rest and only come to work the next week.

"Mmmm… I've gotten used to it." Samantha had a lazy voice after waking up and pretended to complain, "It's your fault that I'm sore all over now..."

That man's energy was truly terrifying.

He flipped her around in all sorts of positions until late at night and was still able to get up early for his morning exercise. There were little, if any, signs of fatigue from him and he still seemed quite energetic.

She, on the other hand, was drained of all strength.

Timothy had a joyful look as he sat on the side of the bed. His voice was filled with satisfaction when he said, "Yeah. It's all my fault."

He knew how to admit his wrongs at least.

Samantha felt somewhat relieved and was about to praise him when she heard him say, "I'll exercise some self-restraint next time."

The praise she had for him got stuck in her throat and her eyes widened all of a sudden. "Next…time? You're…already thinking about next time? No next time for you!"

Samantha thought that he had learned from his mistakes, but he turned out to have learned nothing at all!

She would have smacked him if her arms were not weak at that moment!

Timothy smiled wider when he saw Samantha's puffed-up face. He lowered his head to kiss her lips, then spoke in a voice that resembled a gentle flow of water. "Okay, yes, it's my fault. Shall I serve you right now and help you to freshen up?"

The man's voice was so seductive that it penetrated deep into a person's heart. Despite listening to it daily, Samantha would never be immune to it.

She could not even stay angry for 30 seconds.

Samantha was not going to refuse if Timothy wanted to serve her. She lifted her chin slightly and put on an arrogant air as she said, "I hereby approve."

Timothy chuckled slightly. He tapped the tip of her nose with his slender fingers and carried her up to the bathroom.

He sat her down on the vanity sink, filled her mouthwash cup with water, then picked up the toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. Rather than handing it directly to her, he asked, "Do you want to do it yourself or should I brush for you? "

How considerate of him.

Samantha decided to take the toothbrush. "I'll do it myself."

As she brushed her teeth, the words 'special day' appeared again in her mind as she looked at Timothy.

She had been thinking about it earlier but could not figure out what special occasion Timothy had that day.

After rinsing her mouth, Samantha took the towel that Timothy handed her. She washed her face and wiped it clean, then thought of something and called out to him, "Hubby."

Timothy was shaving his beard, and his movements were so elegant that they were a pleasure to watch.

He rolled his eyeballs to one side and glanced at her, "Yes?"

Samantha pursed her lips slightly and asked, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

She looked intently at Timothy's face so as not to let a single expression escape her attention.

Timothy's handsome expression remained unchanged and he replied faintly, "I have something going on tonight."

'Something going on tonight...'

Did it mean that the message Harmony said about meeting him that night was not merely her one-sided wishful thinking?

Could it really be Timothy and Harmony's special day, and would Timothy be meeting Harmony later that night?

Samantha's hand tightened but she kept a calm expression and even smiled slightly to prevent Timothy from noticing something was off.

She pretended to ask casually, "Is it work again?"

After Timothy shaved his beard, he wiped his face with a towel and turned to look at her. His lips curled up in a smile and he asked instead of answering, "What's wrong? Is this some kind of interrogation?"

"Of course not, there's nothing wrong. I'm just worried about your body! Who knows when you'll be overwhelmed if you keep focusing on work all the time!" Samantha answered glibly.

Timothy cocked an eyebrow and leaned his handsome face over all of a sudden. He asked suggestively, "Don't you know how strong my body is? Do you still need me to prove it to you right now?"

His dangerous aura came crashing over and Samantha subconsciously leaned back. She then praised him exaggeratedly, "Forget about it! Your body is awesome! The very best! Simply amazing!"

If Timothy went at it again with her, she ought to prepare herself to be bedridden for a couple of days.

Timothy smiled and stopped teasing her. He subsequently carried her up again, walked out of the bathroom, exited the room, and went downstairs.

Samantha's expression fluctuated repeatedly as she lay in his embrace.

Timothy did not give her a direct answer earlier.

After they had breakfast, the man went to the office.

Samantha was ill at ease and did not eat much as a result. When she walked to the living room, she happened to chance upon Old Madam Barker answering the phone.

It was a call from the beauty salon she frequently went to, reminding her that it was time for her appointment.

After ending the call, Old Madam Barker looked at Samantha and said with a smile, "You don't need to go to work today right Sammy? Come along with me to get some beauty treatment!"

"You've been running all over the place this past few days, so I'm bringing you to unwind!"

Samantha initially had no mood for that, but after some thought, she decided it would be better to tag along. After all, she would overthink if she spent the entire day at home doing nothing.

She nodded and agreed. "Okay. I'll head upstairs and change my clothes."

Old Madam Barker grinned and said, "Go ahead."

The car drove out of the villa and headed for the city center. It took about an hour before they reached the entrance of the beauty salon.

The old lady got out of the car with Samantha and walked into the beauty salon.

The manager had been waiting there well in advance and smiled while greeting them. "Welcome, Madam."

The manager's eyes then brightened after finally seeing Samantha. "You're here too, Mrs. Barker! It's an honor to meet you."

Samantha nodded politely. "Hello."

The manager said, "Madam, Mrs. Barker, your VIP room is ready. Right this way please."

Samantha lent her support to Old Madam Barker and followed the manager in.. After taking just a few steps, a figure suddenly walked in front of them and blocked their way.