Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 191 - Who Could Love You as Much as I Do?

Chapter 191: Who Could Love You as Much as I Do?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Samantha pursed her lips lightly and cleared her throat before her red lips parted open. “Timothy, when I was at the off—”

The ringing of the man’s cell phone interrupted her words before she could finish them.

Timothy placed his cell phone on the car dashboard. Samantha glanced unconsciously at the screen and saw that the caller ID was Ronald.

She then looked away stealthily.

Timothy put on his Bluetooth earpiece and pressed to answer. “Yes.”

Ronald chatted with Timothy about work matters and Samantha had no choice but to shelve her question. After all, she had to be considerate of Timothy after he postponed his work to have dinner with him.

Timothy seemed to be really busy because he had been talking with Ronald throughout the 30-minute drive. He only ended the call once they arrived at the destination.

He parked the car and was the first to get down. He then walked over to the front passenger seat and opened the car door while protecting Samantha as she got out.

After tossing his car keys to the parking valet, Timothy walked into the restaurant with his arm around Samantha.

They used to patronize that restaurant frequently because Samantha enjoyed the food cooked by their chefs. It just so happened to pique her taste buds.

The restaurant manager welcomed them personally. Upon seeing Timothy and Samantha, he smiled and said, “Mr. Barker, Ms. Larss— Forgive me, it should be Mrs. Barker now. I’ve already reserved a table for both of you. Right this way, please.”

The manager had been working there for a very long time. He had witnessed the entire process of Timothy and Samantha’s relationship from being boyfriend-and-girlfriend to getting married, minus those two years’ separation of course.

The couple took their seat at their usual table.

When Samantha looked at the decor, the location, and the face in front of her, the familiarity of all those little details immediately dispelled the depression in her heart.

Even if her traces were no longer in his office, the fact that Timothy brought her to that restaurant was a clear sign that he remembered her preferences.

Him remembering all that was all she could ask for.

Samantha could not help but stare at the man’s handsome face. She smiled all of a sudden and even her eyebrows were shaped like little round crescent moons.

Timothy looked up at her when he sensed her stare and cocked his eyebrows lightly when he made eye contact with her. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Samantha held a glass with both hands and sipped her lemonade. With a grin, she said, “You’re my husband and I just feel like looking at you. Can’t I?”

After Timothy returned from Axlelland, he discovered that his wife’s words had become sweeter and bolder. She was practically teasing him at every turn.

There was a naughty little smirk on his lips. He lowered his voice slightly but his response did not answer her question at all. “It looks like I didn’t work hard enough last night to satisfy my beloved wife. That’s why you’re staring at me right now…because you want to satisfy your cravings.”

‘Last night…’

Those words caused the previous night’s indescribable scenes to appear in Samantha’s mind. Her cheeks immediately turned red as a result.

If there was a shamelessness contest, Timothy would have won. Her shamelessness was not nearly half as much as his.

She glared at him angrily and drank a few more sips of lemonade to calm herself down.

The manager could not help but smile as he looked at the couple’s interaction from one side. He always held the opinion that they were the sweetest little couple, so it came as a big surprise when news about their broken-off marriage broke out two years ago.

Then, when news about their marriage was made public some time ago, he felt that it was the best and most proper conclusion for their story.

He was very happy for them when he saw them interacting just as sweetly as they used to.

Timothy looked at the manager and ordered without even looking at the menu. “The usual. You may also serve any new dishes you would like to recommend.”

The manager nodded. “Very well.”

There was a snow-white grand piano in the center of that restaurant. Guests who wanted to listen to music could either hire a pianist or play the piano themselves.

Whenever they came to the restaurant in the past, Samantha occasionally acted kittenishly and asked Timothy to personally play the piano for her. She was reminded of that when she saw the piano and could not help but ask, “I’d like to listen to some music, Timothy.”

“What would you like to hear?” He lifted his chin and gestured for a waiter to come over.

Samantha blinked her eyes and looked at him with extreme eagerness, “I want to listen to your playing.”

Timothy’s dark pupils stared right back at her and he remained silent for a moment.

Samantha then hurriedly said, “I was just saying that. You’re now the Barker Group’s CEO and you have to pay attention to your image. It’s okay, you don’t need to play the piano for me.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve played,” the man said faintly, “but since my wife wants to listen to my playing, then I—as your husband—am obliged to grant your wishes.”

He stretched out his hand and touched her nose with his fingertips, adding, “I’m not the CEO right now. I’m merely…Samantha’s husband.”

Samantha’s heart thumped wildly against her chest several times.

That one sentence had caused her emotions to overflow. Whoever said that Timothy was incapable of sweet talk? He had clearly shown how adept he was at doing so!

She was screaming in her girly heart!

Timothy got up and strode over toward the small round stage in the center of the restaurant.

He took his seat at the piano before placing his slender fingers on the black and white keys. A smooth and melodious tone began filling the air.

Samantha rested her head on both hands while looking over.

The light shone down from the top of Timothy’s head and illuminated his entire body. The area surrounding his body was glowing brightly, while the contours of facial features were just breathtakingly handsome, as if he was an angel that had descended from the sky.

The song he played was titled ‘How Do You Love Me’.

That was Samantha’s favorite song too.

She previously wanted to put on that song at her wedding with Timothy because there was another meaning to the lyrics: ‘Who could love you like I do?’

‘Who could love you as deeply as I do?’

It was her implicit expression of love for Timothy.

Unfortunately, their wedding two years ago was not to be, and she had no opportunity to put that song on.

Samantha was surprised that he would play that song for her in the restaurant, and it somehow fulfilled that little dream of hers in a way.

She was completely mesmerized as she looked at him and even could not resist humming along. However, the smile on her face soon disappeared.

Timothy was so eye-catching that everyone in the entire restaurant had their eyes on him. The women, in particular, seemed to have an extremely excited look and were almost ready to pounce on him at any time.

After ending the piece, Timothy got up and walked off the small round stage.

A beautifully dressed-up and spellbinding woman walked over and stood in front of him. She tucked her hair seductively before Timothy and offered, “Hey there, Handsome. I’d love to treat you to a meal.”

Samantha clenched her hands suddenly. That woman had crossed the line by flirting with her husband right in front of her!

Before Samantha could even do anything, she saw Timothy speaking but could not hear what it was he said. The woman’s expression changed dramatically and she walked away dejectedly.

When Timothy returned to his seat, Samantha glared at him and asked curiously, “What did you say to that woman, Timothy?”

Timothy took a sip of water as a little hint of glee flashed under his eyes.. His thin lips parted open and he said a single word that kept her in suspense, “Guess.”