TRICKED INTO MARRIAGE - Season 2 Episode 14

After taking only two steps, Alan saw the man guarding Samantha. His vision focused and his footsteps had unknowingly stopped.

He had not seen Timothy’s arrival because the live broadcast was stuck earlier. Therefore, it was Timothy who had managed to deal with the group of reporters and brought Samantha out safely…

It was unknown whether Timothy had sensed Alan’s gaze, but his dark eyes glanced at Alan, who then noticed that the arm around Samantha’s waist had tightened slightly.

That act was both a silent warning and a display of exclusive possession.

With a group of black bodyguards escorting Timothy and Samantha, the two of them walked out of the hotel quickly, got in the car, and left.

Alan stood at the door and watched as the car left.

A reporter walked out of the conference room while chatting with their comrade, “I really didn’t expect Samantha to marry Mr. Barker again. I still haven’t recovered from the shock of finding out.”

“You don’t say. The incident where he broke off the marriage in public two years ago is still fresh in our minds. At the time, there was a vote on which rich couple was the most unlikely to get together again, and everyone voted Mr. Barker and Ms. Larsson for first place. Now that I think about it, I feel like I’m dreaming.”

‘Marry.’

Alan’s fists clenched unconsciously as his arms hung on either side of his body.

Samantha was actually married?

That man was her husband?

…

Samantha was still in a dazed and hazy state of mind even after the car had driven off for some time. She merely stared forward blankly.

Beside her, Timothy glanced at her side profile and curled his lips up slightly. He did not say a single word and allowed her time to digest everything.

The car drove out of the bustling urban streets and onto the highway, where the road conditions were much less congested.

Samantha finally recovered from the series of shocking events. She turned her face to the side and looked at Timothy in the driver’s seat.

Her gaze shifted from his sexy and graceful jawline to his thick eyebrows, tall nose bridge, and thin lips. She stared at him for about half a minute just to confirm that the man in front of her really was Timothy.

If he was not at the wheel, she would have wanted to reach out and pull on his face just to see if anyone else was wearing a ‘Timothy’ mask.

Why would he come to help her?

Timothy seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and uttered somewhat teasingly, “Have you sufficiently confirmed my identity?”

That voice belonged to Timothy alright.

Samantha pursed her lips gently and hesitated for a few seconds before saying in a low voice, “Timothy… Why did you come here and help me today?”

Timothy had helped her in the past, for example when she was ill or when she was at the police station, but the impression he gave her was that he always did so for Old Madam Barker.

Was Old Madam Barker the reason he helped her yet again?

Timothy had sufficient means to suppress everything and was more than capable of doing so. Nevertheless, there was no necessity for him to take into account her reputation, much less disclose their marriage publicly.

As Samantha thought about that, her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. Her eyes stared at Timothy’s face without blinking and she was determined not to let any of his expressions slip past her.

She was both anxious and eager.

Timothy’s fingers tightened unconsciously on the steering wheel. He curled the corners of his lips and replied in an ambiguous manner, “I can’t just stand and watch after you begged me like that. After all, I’m your husband.”

That answer had gone over and beyond Samantha’s expectations.

She stared at him in disbelief and blinked several times before she could find her voice. “Me? Begging you?”

After a brief pause, she could not help but raise her voice a little. “When did I beg you?”

No such memory was present in her mind!

Timothy did not seem at all surprised that she would say that. The corners of his lips curled even more, but rather than answering directly, he said, “Think about it yourself.”

‘He expects me to think?’

Samantha’s delicate brows frowned uncontrollably as she tried to remember everything that happened in the past few days.

Each and every frame passed through her mind.

The incident first started two days ago. It was the same day she went to Rochelle’s apartment. After that, she drank with Rochelle in the apartment, got drunk, and slept until the next day.

She then gave her parents a phone call, went out to collect all kinds of evidence, and ended with the press conference that day.

She had not called Timothy nor contacted him at all!

Could Old Madam Barker have known about it and therefore called Timothy to ask him for help on Samantha’s behalf?

The more she thought about it, the likelier that possibility seemed to be.

Samantha unknowingly uttered what was in her mind.

On hearing that, Timothy raised his eyebrows, tapped his gracefully slender fingers on the steering wheel, and spoke up. “It has nothing to do with Grandma. It was all you. You’re the one who personally begged me!”

He emphasized the last few words.

Samantha became confused once more.

Was she the one who personally begged Timothy?

She could not help but scratch her head while her eyebrows were knit in a frown. She began to wonder if she had amnesia or whether her memory had been taken away because she really did not have the slightest impression of what happened!

The car had reached the villa and parked at the entrance.

Timothy unfastened his seat belt and glanced at Samantha from the side. Seeing her still in deep thought, a look of glee flashed across his eyes and he leaned toward her.

With his handsome face approaching so suddenly, Samantha immediately returned to her senses as she held her breath a little.

What was he going to do? Did he want to kiss her again?

The next second, Timothy’s hand landed on the seat belt buckle and unlocked the seatbelt for her with a slap.

A bashful flush appeared immediately on Samantha’s cheeks.

Seeing Timothy’s teasing smile, her face turned red and she unconsciously raised her hand to push him away. Then, she opened the door and got out of the car.

The man’s low and deep chuckle was heard from behind her.

Timothy got out of the car and came over to her. When he walked to her side, he said to her, “Think about it again.”

…

Timothy and Samantha walked into the villa one after another.

On seeing their return, Old Madam Barker came over right away to greet them. She directly walked past Timothy and rushed up to hug Samantha.

Her voice contained distress and pity. “You’ll be okay, Sammy. You still have me and Tim. We both love you!”

Aunt Julia also interjected from the side, “Mrs. Barker, I love you very much too!”

Samantha’s body trembled uncontrollably, and there was a burst of astringence in her nose and eye sockets.

She did not cry at all when facing her parents’ vicious remarks and those aggressive reporters. However, a simple sentence from Old Madam Barker and Aunt Julia had sent her bursting into tears.

Samantha turned out to have a vulnerable side too.

It turned out that there were still people who worried about her and loved her…

Samantha’s eyes turned slightly red and tears began to well up in her eye sockets.
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