Once Bitten, Twice Shy

418 Desiring His Demise

Timothy had driven back to the villa…

They used to live there all the time and Timothy had no problem coming back there. However, the situation between the two of them was somewhat awkward.

Moreover, Old Madam Barker was still in the hospital and Aunt Julia was taking care of her. The villa was therefore empty, which meant that the two of them had to be alone.

Plenty of things had happened between her and Timothy, and along with the bombshell of information that she heard that day, she was still pretty shell-shocked and had neither the mood nor the energy to settle their feelings.

That had to be delayed.

Timothy had already unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He went around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and looked at her with a tilt of his head.

When he saw that she was not making any movements, he whispered, “Sammy?”

Samantha unconsciously clenched the seat belt with both hands and pursed her lips softly as she raised her gaze to look at him, “Timothy, I… I’ve been staying in Chelle’s apartment.”

Although her words were not very direct, Timothy understood what she meant.

He was silent for half a second but pretended not to understand and asked, “You don’t want to stay here?”

It had been such a long time and it was rare for them to see each other again. There were still plenty of things he wanted to tell her.

Even if they did not talk, simply staying with her and keeping her in his sight was fine too…

Samantha’s eyes wavered somewhat but she still replied resolutely, “Timothy, we… We haven’t seen each other for a long time and we’ve been separated for just as long too. I need some time to digest what happened today…”

Although many of the factors surrounding the event were beyond one’s control and no one was to blame, time and space would always create a gap in people’s hearts.

It was never that easy to pick up the pieces and start anew. Erasing the past was impossible too.

Such a perfect world existed only in soap operas.

Timothy was silent for a while, but eventually chuckled helplessly and gave in. “Okay. I’ll send you back then.”

Samantha opened her mouth intending to refuse, but she swallowed them before they could come up.

It would be hurtful if she refused it so blatantly.

Since she had already refused to stay there, he should at least be given the chance to send her off.

In any case, they were still legitimately husband and wife. Furthermore, they had a child too.

Timothy got back into the driver’s seat and started the car before driving away.

Once they arrived downstairs at the apartment, Timothy got out of the car and opened the car door for Samantha. When she got out, he put his hand on her head as he always did to protect her as she got out of the car.

Her habits and actions were all the same as usual.

Samantha made note of his actions and smiled faintly. “I’ll go up by myself, Timothy. Be safe when you’re driving back.”

“Sure.”

Although Timothy answered her, he did not leave and said instead, “Go in. I’ll leave after seeing you off.”

Samantha nodded, then turned around and walked into the apartment.

It was not until her figure disappeared from his sight that he leaned on the car and looked up.

After waiting for about two minutes, the lights upstairs came on and he stared for a few seconds before going back into the car to drive off.

Rather than returning to the villa, he drove the other way and went to the hotel.

He tore off his tie and tossed it on the sofa when he entered the hotel room. He then unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt as if they were suffocating him.

His cell phone rang all of a sudden.

Timothy glanced at the unknown caller ID and picked his phone up as he answered lazily, “Yes?”

The gentle voice from the other end had a somewhat caring tone. “Have you met with Samantha?”

Timothy walked to the wine cabinet, chose a bottle at random, then uncorked it and poured it into a wine glass.

He held the wine glass with his slender fingers and shook it gently as he smiled and replied, “I have.”

His tone remained emotionless.

The other person did not seem to mind and continued asking, “How does it feel to be the real Timothy?”

There was a sharp but fleeting flicker in Timothy’s eyes. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. A somewhat sour taste hit his tastebuds but the sweet aftertaste was quite wonderful.

He looked up at the vast night outside the floor-to-ceiling window and said, “Not bad.”

Like before, his answer carried no substance.

There was a brief silence. The other side was obviously a little dissatisfied, but they still suppressed their anger and said, “Are you sure you’ll be able to fool Samantha?”

Timothy’s eyes turned cold. Rather than answering, he asked, “What’s the matter? Am I not as good as him in your eyes?”

The person did not fear his anger but felt a little elated instead. He replied in a very gentle and firm tone, “I chose you because you’re the best.”

“You’re wrong.”

Timothy spoke coldly and said, “Listen carefully, Donald. I was the one who chose you.”

The main personality chose to guard everything that his grandfather had left behind, but the second chose the Barkers!

“I’ll deceive Samantha and become the real Timothy!”

Samantha was a woman who knew Timothy best and the only one who had any influence over Timothy. Deceiving Samantha was the key to deceiving the entire world.

From then onward, the second personality would be the one and only Timothy!

Since Samantha had once said that she wanted him to survive, he decided that he wanted the main personality’s career and woman!

Donald could not care less about Timothy’s arrogance but Samantha was a huge variable.

She had ruined many of his plans.

Had it not been for Timothy’s insistence on keeping her, he would have already gotten someone to get rid of her.

Donald still warned, “I hope you won’t suffer the consequences of choosing Samantha over Harmony!”

Choosing a ticking time bomb over a woman who loved him deeply and could control him was an act of utter stupidity!

“It’s not your place to teach me a lesson!”

Timothy ended the call without hesitation after saying that.

When Donald heard the dial tone, his lips twitched and he placed down the handset.

Standing at one side was Donald’s bodyguard Barry, who frowned unhappily and said bluntly as he looked up at Donald, “Sir, why do you indulge him that much?”

The one-month hypnotism went smoothly at the beginning, but halfway through, the strength of Timothy’s main personality became stronger and stronger, so much so that it was fighting for control with the second personality.

If it continued further, even the master hypnotist was unsure who would survive!

It would be good if Timothy’s second personality came out on top, but if the main personality took control, then all their efforts would go down the drain.

Donald told the hypnotist to stop things and wait until the second personality woke up to let him choose!

“Would you like to continue and take a gamble?”

The second personality offered another solution and said, “I have other ways to kill him.”

“I want to be him. As long as everyone believes that I am him, no one will try to wake him up again.”

“He’ll sleep forever.”

It was no different from dying.

“I want you to change your methods of hypnosis. Hypnotize me into becoming the main personality of Timothy!”

Donald leaned back in the chair and looked at Barry with a smile. Instead of answering Barry’s question, he said, “Tell me, how would Margaret feel if she knew that her son chose me in the end?”

“And… How would Charles feel if he knew that his son is going to acknowledge me as a father?”

“They thought that death would solve all their problems, but in this world, children have to pay for the debts of their parents…”

Barry understood Donald’s words as soon as he heard the latter’s flat tone and resentful remarks.

Donald did not want Timothy to submit and obey him; what he wanted was for Timothy to perish.

He did not want to see either the main personality or the second to have a good life. He wanted to watch as they tortured each other to death.

Taking a person’s life was easy, but making a person suffer…would require time…

…

Samantha sweated all over from taking a hot bath and she finally relieved herself of all her mental stress.

After wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she walked out of the bathroom and started to blow her hair. It was then that she heard a notification on her phone and she immediately glanced at the screen.

It was a WeTalk message from Timothy.