TRICKED INTO MARRIAGE, VOLUME 3 - Season 4 Episode 73

Samantha wondered if she was seeing things. How could it be Timothy?

Samantha wanted to open her eyes again and look clearly, but despite her best efforts, her vision continued to become more and more blurry until everything in front of her became pitch black. She had fallen into a coma.

She had terrible sleep and the burning hot feeling was there with her all the time. She felt like she was being shone upon by a hundred suns and was almost about to dry up.

Her body felt as though it was under a heavy blanket. She wanted to break free and tried kicking but was bound so tightly that she could not move.

She seemed to have gotten angry and kept yelling ‘let go of me’ or something of the sort.

Samantha then dreamt of something that happened a long time ago, back when she had just gotten together with Timothy.

Timothy’s temperament was cold and he did not talk much, which gave her the feeling that he did not care about her feelings at all. It was as if he only agreed to her because she saved his life.

She was still a very young teen at the time and went through the usual troubles of any ordinary girl in love. Whenever her temper flared up, she always felt wronged and angry.

A tiny little thing made her lose her temper with Timothy and they quarreled.

She was the one who lost her temper and quarreled with him, for he always had that inconsiderate look as if he could not be bothered to pay any attention to her.

She got even angrier.

She refused Timothy’s offer to send her home and walked back from the cafe where they were having a date. It was wintertime, so the snow outside made her feel very cold.

By the time she reached home, she felt that her entire body was about to fall into hypothermia. She took a hot bath and lay on the bed, but as soon as she saw that Timothy did not even bother to text her, she got so angry that she immediately sent a text to him: [You don’t care about me at all. Let’s break up!]

After sending it, she fell asleep while still feeling angry.

Getting ill was inevitable after she had been walking in the snow for so long. The fever made her feel drowsy so she fell asleep.

It was extremely uncomfortable in her sleep too. She felt so hot that she kept trying to kick the blanket, but it was as if someone had restrained her tightly. She kicked, kneed, bit, scolded, and vented everything out to her heart’s content.

Her fever then subsided rather quickly, perhaps due to her sweating from all that racket she caused. She finally woke up slowly and her body felt much better.

She was still thinking about the breakup text she sent to Timothy and immediately grabbed her phone to look at it. Lo and behold…he did not reply to her at all!

At that point, she felt sad rather than angry.

What was wrong with Timothy? Did his non-reply mean that he acquiesced to the breakup?

Did he finally feel relieved that she offered to break up because he never liked her in the first place?

As soon as the servant who had watched her grow up came in and saw her awake, the servant was immediately shocked to see her tearful face before even having the chance to rejoice.

The servant hurried over and said softly, “Why are you crying, Miss? Are you still feeling unwell? Shall I call a doctor for you?”

Samantha shook her head and said aggrievedly, “You don’t need to call a doctor. My heart is broken. I’m very sad.”

She did not want anyone to see her at her worst.

The servant was very surprised. “What do you mean by that? Isn’t your relationship with Mr. Barker progressing well? He’s been taking care of you for the past two days when you were sick. Are you just throwing a tantrum with him?”

Samantha was stunned. “Timothy took care of me?”

“That’s right. You made such a big fuss when you were sick. You were hitting people, swearing, and kicking. Mr. Barker took it all. My entire body was trembling when I watched from the side because I was afraid that he’d lose his temper. I was surprised to see that he isn’t what the rumors say he is. He didn’t even get angry when you made such a big fuss and he even kept on guarding you without sleeping for two days.”

Samantha’s tears were still dripping from her cheeks. “You… You’re not lying to me, are you? Then where… Where is he?”

The servant shook her head and laughed. “Your mother asked him to go downstairs to have something to eat.”

Timothy’s figure appeared at the door just as she said that. Samantha looked up and saw the young man’s beautiful and flawless face.

Though, there was also an obvious bruise on his cheek.

It was probably—or rather, it was almost certainly her doing.

The servant knew her place and said, “Miss, Mr. Barker, I’ll have to tend to some other things. Go ahead and talk.”

Timothy took slow steps forward and stared at Samantha’s pale face. He asked in a low voice, “Do you feel better?”

She was glad that he came over and took care of her for two days, but the breakup text still left her feeling a little nervous.

Samantha looked away and said in a sullen voice, “What are you doing here? We broke up!”

Timothy sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the back of her angry little head. He asked softly, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that important things should always be said in person?”

‘Hehe, you’re making a lot of demands!’

Samantha turned her head angrily. Her dark eyes—which looked like they were ablaze—stared at Timothy as she gritted her teeth and said, “Okay. I’ll tell you right now then. Let’s break up, Timothy!”

Timothy listened carefully before saying, “I don’t agree.”

“…What right do you have to not agree? You…don’t like me anyway!” Samantha’s ears were a little red. She felt aggrieved and embarrassed because the way he said it was like he was forcing his love on her.

Timothy frowned lightly, “What do I have to do to show that I like you?”

Did he not show his affection through his actions? Why should he stay by her side and take care of her if he did not like her?

That question left Samantha a little stunned.

It did not take long for her to blurt out, “You just have to say you like me.”

Timothy’s eyes had a half-smug look. “Does ‘like’ only exist when I move my lips and say that I like you?”

He really could not understand how girls’ brains worked. Words were the least valuable for men.

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me,” Samantha replied as a matter of factly. “This is what we call having a sense of security!”

Every girl wants to be 100% sure that a boy she likes would like her back.

Timothy looked at her in silence for a few seconds before speaking a little stiffly. “I think this is extremely childish behavior…”

“But if that’s what you want to have a sense of security…”

He moved slightly closer to her, lowered his voice a little, and stared right at her as he said earnestly. “I like you, Samantha.”

All of Samantha’s grievances and anger disappeared in an instant.

She became even more smitten by the man in front of her.

He most certainly used his handsome face to his advantage, because looking at such a handsome face for a bit longer could make her much less angry.

She turned around, opened her arms to hug him, and said, “If we get into any arguments in the future, please use this as a method to coax me.”

“If you like and love me, you have to always tell me. I’m an idiot. I can’t guess what you feel.”

Timothy chuckled softly and hugged her back. He kissed her forehead gently and said, “Okay.”

…

Samantha opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the white ceiling, but she could not snap back to her senses too quickly.

She felt sore all over and her body was still a little hot, but she was feeling better because she had sweated.

It had been years since she last dreamt of Timothy, and she did not expect to have dreamed of their memories from so long ago.

She paused for a moment and wondered: was the figure she saw earlier when she was dizzy a real person or just an illusion?

Her ears picked up on the sound of footsteps and she hurriedly raised her eyes to look toward the door.

A man’s slender, tall figure slowly came into view. Samantha’s gaze traveled upwards until she finally looked at his handsome facial features.

The glow in Samantha’s eyes flickered and she was overwhelmed with surprise.