Chapter 245 - I Shouldn’t Have Come Back, Should I?

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After Samantha got into the car, she realized that Timothy was driving a new car, rather than his usual one.

She looked at the sign on the steering wheel and realized that it was an ordinary Folkwagon.

It was clearly not Timothy’s taste.

He usually drove sports cars, luxury sedans, or high-end multi-purpose vehicles...

Samantha could not help but ask, “This isn’t your car, is it?”

“Yes.”

When they reached the intersection at the red light, Timothy braked and went into neutral gear before turning around to look at her. “It’s not.”

“Then whose is it? Where’s your car?” Samantha was puzzled.

Timothy did not answer and instead kept up the suspense. “Guess.”

Timothy’s friends were all wealthy individuals who probably did not drive cars like that, so the answer was probably a company car or Ronald’s car.

She answered what was on her mind.

The light turned green and Timothy shifted gears before stepping on the accelerator. He then paid attention to the road while remarking lazily, “Nope. None of those guesses are right. Try again.”

It was a little hard to guess.

Samantha pouted and remarked off-handedly, “It can’t be mine, right?”

Timothy glanced at her again with a little look of delight in his eyes. “You guessed right.”

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She was just throwing a couple of guesses. Why did it suddenly become her car?

Samantha digested his words for half a minute and asked, “What’s this about?”

“It’s a gift.”

As soon as Timothy said that, the car had already reached the restaurant entrance. He stopped the car and took her hand to place the car keys in her palm.

Samantha looked down and stared at the car key in a daze. “Why…did you gift me a car out of the blue?”

“Well, you managed to achieve your second dream today, and as your husband, it’s only natural for me to be happy for you.”

Timothy placed his palm on her cheek and spoke in a sweet voice. “I know you don’t like luxury cars or anything that’s too high-profile, so I chose an ordinary car for you. It’ll be convenient for you to travel and do your assignments out of the office.”

Samantha had been thinking about buying a car before this since it was very convenient for her to have a car in her line of work. However, she did not have enough money saved and had no choice but to wait.

She never expected Timothy to have considered it on her behalf and choose an ordinary model based on her needs.

Samantha would be lying if she said she was not surprised or touched by what happened.

Timothy might not be the kind who said nice things, but he always showed his affection through actions.

Seeing Samantha’s prolonged silence, the light in Timothy’s eyes dimmed a little and his voice became a little lower. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want it?”

He knew that Samantha never used the money in his black card even after he gave it to her. The sole exception was when she confronted the madman and tricked him by transferring ten million.

Even then the ten million was returned to him after the police handled all the procedures.

It was the same as saying that Samantha had never used a single penny of his money and continued to keep their finances separate.

He used to be angry at Samantha for having her eyes only on his money, but his anger had since changed to Samantha’s unwillingness to spend his money.

It felt as though she had drawn a clear boundary between them.

However, he hoped that he would forever be integrated into Samantha’s life because then the question of leaving would never arise and they would be tied together forever.

Samantha returned to her senses as a smile slowly crept up her face. She took the keys and said, “Yes! Of course, I’m happy to accept my husband’s gift!”

She stretched her arms out and wrapped them around Timothy’s neck, following which she smiled sweetly and leaned over to give him a big smooch on the cheek. “Thank you, Hubby.”

She had gone through a lot with Timothy during that period of time and she was determined to spend the rest of her life with Timothy by her side.

It went without saying that she could not keep a safe distance from him forever.

She had to accept her husband’s kind gesture.

The tension in Timothy’s eyes finally disappeared. He hugged Samantha in return and exerted a little more force to hold her tightly.

It was as if he was holding his entire world.

…

It was ten at night and Zachary had just exited a bar.

The driver drove the car to the door but Zachary was a little sluggish after having too much to drink. The wait staff at the entrance helped him and brought him respectfully to his car.

The car then began driving toward Zachary’s villa.

He reached in about half an hour because there were no cars at that hour and his villa was in the heart of the city.

Zachary got out of the car and walked toward the gate. He was just about to open the door when he suddenly saw a dark figure squatting in the shadows next to the door. Startled, he asked, “Who are you?”

The shady figure did not answer right away and merely raised her head to look at him.

Zachary narrowed his eyes and looked closer, only to discover that it was Harmony. He sighed slightly and could not help but ask, “Bunny? Why are you here?”

Harmony said nothing.

Zachary walked towards her and asked further. “Why didn’t you call me when you came?”

He stood in front of her and said, “Get up. Let’s go in and talk.”

Harmony nodded lightly and was about to get up.

She had only gotten up halfway when she seemed to lose all her strength and collapse all of a sudden.

Zachary subconsciously reached out to help her, but Harmony let out a painful cry when he held her arm. “AHHH—”

There was clearly something wrong in her voice and Zachary frowned even more. He helped her up as gently as possible by supporting her shoulder.

He then looked at her with the help of the light from the streetlamps.

Zachary inhaled sharply when he saw scars all over her body. His drunkenness disappeared immediately and anger filled his eyes. “Who beat you up like this, Bunny?”

Harmony replied feebly. “Zac, I’d like to drink some water.”

Zachary had plenty of questions and was still very angry, but he said patiently, “Okay. Let’s head inside.”

He helped Harmony into the villa and carefully sat her down on the sofa. After pouring some water into a cup, he came back, sat next to her, and looked at her again after putting the cup in her hand.

Her injuries became clearer under the incandescent light and looked much more shocking.

Zachary had a murderous gaze when he saw everything. He stood up abruptly and said angrily, “Who did this to you? I’ll kill them right now and get revenge for you!”

Harmony took a sip of water from the cup and gently wiped the corners of her lips. Rather than answering Zachary’s question, she asked in a particularly dejected tone, “Zac, do you think…I shouldn’t have returned?”

Although she did not tell him who did that to her, Zachary understood when he saw her expression and could not control himself from kicking the coffee table. “It was Samantha, wasn’t it?”

“You and Timmy are just friends. Why can’t she ever tolerate you? Why does she have to stir up trouble again and again?”

Zachary could not control himself from picking up his cell phone. “You can’t just keep enduring it over and over again. You have to let Timmy know that she’s going overboard!”

Harmony grabbed his hand and shook her head. “No! Don’t tell Tim! I don’t want to make things difficult for him.”

Zachary disapproved outright. “Look at you, Bunny. You’re still thinking about others even when you’re in this state. Besides, this isn’t a matter of making things difficult for Timmy. The fact remains that Samantha shouldn’t be going around hitting anyone! It doesn’t matter if she is his wife!”

“No. There’s a reason why Tim tolerates her....”