Novel Full Chapter 57 - Why Don’t You Want Me?
Chapter 57 – Why Don’t You Want Me?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Samantha really was calling out Timothy’s name…
It felt as if a huge boulder had been thrown right into the lake within Timothy’s heart, causing a storm of raging waves. His lips opened gently out of their own volition and he responded in a very low voice. “Yes, I’m here.”
Just like before, his answer whenever she called him was ‘I’m here’.
The next second, however, Samantha’s whispering voice suddenly turned cold and angry. “Go away!”
When she said that, her hands moved in tandem with her words and she raised them, pushing them forward and shoving Timothy away.
Samantha did not have that much strength when she was asleep, but Timothy’s body was still resoundingly pushed back. He staggered a couple of steps and could only stand firm after placing his hands on the bedside table.
He felt as though a basin of cold water had doused the embers of hope that had just started to burn.
If Samantha could say such things even in her sleep, one could imagine that she never really had any genuine feelings toward him.
Timothy clenched his hands tightly.
He was well aware of how best to deal with the relationship between him and Samantha. It would not do him any good to keep Samantha around.
He ought to do the same thing he did two years ago—tell her to disappear from his sight and vanish from his world, leaving not a single trace remaining.
That way, he would not need to have his emotions shaken by her again, nor did he have to let himself get hurt.
The solution was plainly obvious and he could be decisive with the snap of a finger. The rationale was there too, but when he looked at her, there was nothing he could do at all.
Zachary asked him whether he had fallen in love with Samantha again.
He wanted to ask himself, ‘Did I fall in love with her ‘again’? Or…have I always been in love with her?’
He could never let go of what happened to them two years ago.
With Samantha, however, it seemed even more difficult for him to let go.
Despite being hated, resented, and hurt, he still wanted to keep her in his sight.
His lowliness was just ridiculous.
Timothy’s lips curled up in a self-deprecating smile. He stumbled, turned around, and walked slowly out of the room.
When he turned around, he was completely oblivious to the tears that started flowing from the corner of Samantha’s eyes and down her cheek.
Her voice became even softer and was already very hoarse, but she still whispered, “Come back here, Timothy…
“I lied. I don’t want you to go…”
“Why don’t you want me? What did I do wrong?
“Will you be able to stop hating me if I change…?”
…
Early the next day, rays of sunlight began shining into the room, imbuing warmth within it.
Samantha opened her heavy eyelids and waited for about a minute before slowly sitting up with the blanket still wrapped around her.
The alcohol had gotten to her the previous night and she fell asleep after feeling light-headed. Unfortunately, she did not sleep well at all and felt as though she had been crying endlessly in her dreams.
That feeling was the same as when she stood by her promise two years ago. After flying abroad, she spent half the first month staying alone in her small rented room because she was unfamiliar with the new place.
With the marriage broken off, she was abandoned and chased away as if it was all just a bargaining chip in a business deal. She was instantly deprived of love and affection, and her life became hell overnight.
She cried daily back then and was utterly heartbroken. During that moment, she almost could not bear to live any longer.
It had been very long since she cried like that. She hated that helpless feeling very much because crying was the most useless state one could be in.
She would not have reverted back to that once-fragile person she was if Timothy had not deliberately provoked her the previous night.
That scumbag Timothy! He had better pray that he would not be vanquished in her hands in the future!
Samantha cursed him viciously before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom to freshen up.
…
After coming down from upstairs, Samantha went straight to the kitchen and prepared to make some breakfast for herself.
She had been so disgusted the night before that she really ended up getting nauseous and vomiting. Come morning, her stomach was already empty and she was so famished that she could eat a horse.
As she opened the refrigerator while thinking about what she wanted to cook, the sound of footsteps came from behind her.
Samantha was slightly surprised. Was Old Madam Barker and Aunt Julia back already? So quickly?
She turned around subconsciously and looked over only to see a man’s slender figure. Her gaze was then fixed onto Timothy’s handsome face.
However, she was not in the mood to appreciate his face at the moment and even had the urge to punch it.
He was the one who made her cry in her dreams. She woke up crying because of him, and he was the reason her head was dizzy and she felt wobbly.
Why was he still there?! What else did he want? A defensive and vigilant look immediately appeared in her eyes.
Timothy noticed all her emotions and could not help but feel a stabbing pain in his heart. Even his footsteps had halted as he was walking toward her.
The distance between them was a mere three feet.
Timothy kept quiet and merely stared solemnly at Samantha. She felt a little chill up her spine from the way he looked at him and would rather he make his move instead of merely looking at her silently. She felt her hair stand on end when he gazed at her like that.
It was not as though she could not avoid him if he was being difficult.
If push comes to shove, she could just order takeout or head out to eat.
Once that thought occurred to Samantha, she closed the door to the refrigerator and started walking outside.
When she brushed past Timothy, however, he grabbed her wrist all of a sudden and pulled her back, pressing her against the refrigerator door.
Samantha’s eyes widened in an instant and she knew that the scumbag Timothy did not have any good intentions in mind and only wanted to continue bullying her!
She pressed her hand firmly against Timothy’s chest, glared at him angrily, and said sternly, “What more do you want, Timothy?”
‘What do I want?’
Timothy’s eyes traveled downward. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction when he stared at the woman trapped between the refrigerator and his body.
After leaving the master bedroom the previous night, he went to the balcony and smoked for nearly the entire night, but still was unable to figure out what exactly he wanted to do.
Just as he was about to leave his sight, he grabbed her instinctively and did not want her to leave from his vision.
That was it.
Indeed, that was all there was to it.
Samantha watched as the glimmer in Timothy’s eyes began to flicker. She was clueless as to what nasty ideas he had in mind again and felt a little nervous as a result.
If she gave Timothy an inch and he went overboard by taking a mile, she was not going to continue taking it lying down.
Ten or so seconds later, Timothy’s lips started to move. His voice became low and slightly hoarse as he said, “Samantha, you…chased away my caregiver yesterday.”
Was he going to bring up what happened the previous night and use it against her?
There was no use crying over spilled milk and Samantha would be the first to admit that she would do it again if given the chance!
Samantha smiled, looked at him fearlessly, and even opened her mouth provocatively, “You bet I did. What of it? Huh? Are you going to the same with me, Mr. Barker? Do you want to chase me out too?”
She would be more than happy to leave!
Samantha had no idea which part of her sentence was funny, but Timothy smiled and chuckled before repeating what she said to him yesterday, “In your dreams, maybe!”
After a pause, Timothy narrowed his black eyes and lowered his voice, saying word for word, “I want you….”