Filed to story: Mia Bowen and Timothy Barrett Novel
Mia appeared somewhat helpless as she glanced up at Timothy and explained, “Please don’t misunderstand. Keith is a friend of mine who came specifically to see me when he heard I was here.”
Timothy thought to himself, “What a lame excuse. Does she really expect me to believe that?
An awkward silence settled over the room momentarily.
Mia turned to Keith and suggested, “You should go see the doctor first. I need to discuss something with this gentleman. We can meet again tomorrow.”
“No way! I think I sprained my ankle just now. I can’t walk properly. I need to rest here for a while,” Keith insisted, refusing to budge from the couch.
Timothy snorted disdainfully, “If he won’t leave, then I will.
He couldn’t bear to stay in the same room as them any longer.
“Don’t leave just yet, Mr. Barrett. Please, have a seat for a moment,” Mia interjected.
Timothy hesitated at her request but eventually obliged, settling onto the nearby sofa. He couldn’t help but glance at Keith nearby, finding him annoying.
Mia turned to Keith beside her and suggested, “Why don’t you ask your friend to come pick you up?”
Reluctantly, Keith took out his phone and sent a message.
Casting a taunting glance at Timothy, he remarked, “Babe, it seems your preferences have shifted this time. I can’t believe you’d be into someone so much older.”
Timothy’s gaze turned cold in an instant, exuding a menacing aura.
Keith immediately fell silent, not daring to speak another word.
Mia quickly intervened, advising, “Mr. Barrett, let’s not get involved in childish disputes.
Timothy’s anger surged even more at that moment!
Before long, several more young men entered the room, all clamoring around Mia.
One of them exclaimed, “Hey babe, why did you take so long to come?”
“Mia, remember you promised to take me to watch the sunrise last time?”
“Darling, you mentioned taking me to that fancy restaurant. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
Mia found herself surrounded in an instant.
She hastily interjected, “I remember your requests, but let’s take it one at a time, okay? Don’t worry.”
Meanwhile, Keith found himself pushed aside. He shot Timothy a slightly annoyed glance and remarked, “Mate, with your passive approach, you won’t get anywhere. Don’t bother trying to play hard to get. It’s useless.”
Unable to tolerate the situation any longer, Timothy rose to his feet. He glanced at the group of young men, calmly removed his wristwatch, and tossed it outside the door. “Whoever grabs it first can keep it.”
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Keith sneered, “How much could this watch possibly cost anyway?”
Raising an eyebrow, Mia replied, “It’s not that expensive, just a little over 80 thousand dollars.”
The moment her words trailed off, the young men, including Keith, swiftly stood up and dashed toward the door.
With a cold expression, Timothy strode over and closed the door, ensuring it was securely locked.
The room finally settled into a tranquil atmosphere..
Mia arched an eyebrow, glancing at Timothy before her. “Are you seriously going to discard an 80¨C thousand¨Cdollar watch like that?”
Timothy stepped closer, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Looks like your taste in men isn’t quite up to par; they’re willing to walk away over a mere 80 thousand bucks.”
“Well, who can resist the allure of money? If you handed me 80 thousand dollars, I’d make way for you too,” Mia quipped in response.
Timothy’s demeanor turned serious as he gazed at Mia before him, questioning, “What did you want to talk about by inviting me here?”
“A woman doesn’t summon a man in the dead of night just for conversation, Mr. Barrett. Are you truly that naive?”
Timothy’s expression darkened upon seeing Mia sporting that familiar smug expression once again, his irritation intensifying as he noticed the dimples forming at the corners of her mouth.
Just then, Timothy approached Mia and leaned in, pushing her down onto the couch.
Peering down at Mia from above, Timothy spoke, “Ms. Monalize, given your unmistakable hints, wouldn’t it be disrespectful if I didn’t take any action?”
Seeing Timothy draw nearer, Mia’s heart suddenly began to race with anticipation.
It seemed Timothy wasn’t playing by the usual rules, was he?
Before Mia realized what was happening, her feet left the ground as she was swept away.
In a matter of moments, Mia found herself in the bedroom, a sense of unease creeping over her. “Mr. Barrett, what are you doing?”
As Mia found herself pressed against the plush bed, Timothy held her firmly on both sides, his voice maintaining a gentle tone. “Isn’t this what you wanted by inviting me here? Why the sudden change of heart?”
Timothy was curious to see how long Mia could keep up her charade.
Locking eyes with Timothy, Mia refused to betray any vulnerability. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pushed him down.
Perched on top of him, Mia looked down and declared, “So, Mr. Barrett, I guess this makes us an official couple, doesn’t it? Perfect. I’ll make sure you get the reishi mushroom. But if we’re going to be together, you’ll need to abide by my conditions.”
Her cascading curls framed her face, and a bold grin played on her lips.
Nonetheless, Timothy appeared somewhat preoccupied, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What conditions?”
“As my boyfriend, your devotion to me must be unwavering, with me holding the sole place in your heart. From now on, you must prioritize treating me with kindness above all else.
“Your affection toward me must be genuine, with no room for deceit. Every commitment you make to me must be fulfilled, and your words should always reflect sincerity.
“I will not tolerate any form of deception or verbal abuse; instead, I anticipate your genuine care and concern for me.
“In moments of mistreatment from others, I expect you to swiftly come to my aid without hesitation. My joy should be your shared delight, and in times of sorrow, you must uplift my spirits.”
Timothy let out a soft chuckle in response. It seemed she was seeking his commitment, after all.
As Mia finished her rapid declaration, she tenderly placed her hand on his cheek. “And most importantly, you must forget about your ex¨Cwife.”
Glancing down at Timothy, Mia couldn’t help but notice the shift in his expression. Instinctively, she remarked, “What’s wrong? Can’t you comply with this?”
Without hesitation, Timothy pushed her aside and rose to his feet.
Mia nearly stumbled but managed to steady herself just in time.
Observing Timothy by the bedside, Mia remarked, “Mr. Barrett, my proposition seems quite reasonable, wouldn’t you agree?”
In the depths of her eyes, there was a glimmer of complexity. It dawned on her that she had mistaken him for someone else.
Timothy was, in fact, her ex¨Chusband, the scoundrel she had once been married to!
Yet, Mia refused to acknowledge it, preferring instead to taunt Timothy before her.
Timothy stood by the bed, calmly adjusting his shirt, his heart weighed down by Mia’s words.
If she truly were Mia, wouldn’t she ask about their past instead of making such a proposition at this critical moment?
Perhaps it was becoming evident¨Cshe might not be Mia after all, just someone bearing a striking resemblance.
After adjusting his attire, Timothy turned to Mia on the bed, his gaze penetrating. “Indeed, it’s an enticing offer, but I’m sorry, I must decline.”
“And why is that?” Mia inquired, somewhat unwilling to accept Timothy’s rejection and eager to understand his reasoning.
Mia doubted that Timothy’s refusal was due to lingering feelings for her, which might explain his reluctance to pursue a relationship with another woman.
If that were the case, Mia wouldn’t have endured such hardship in the past.
Locked in a silent exchange, Timothy stared deeply into her eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny. “I’m not interested in other women,” he declared before exiting the bedroom.
Left alone, Mia watched his departing figure, a sense of exasperation creeping over her. She couldn’t help but wonder why Timothy insisted he wasn’t interested in other women.
It seemed that men often failed to value what they had until they lost it, only then realizing their regrets.
Mia wasted no time in summoning Wade. “Has Timothy been involved with other women during these years?”
Wade promptly responded, “There’s a woman named Luna Maynard, and she has a son who appears to be around the same age as Ms. Ginger.”
“Damn, he even has a child,” Mia muttered as realization sank in.
Given that both Luna’s son and Ginger were similar in age, it became apparent that Timothy had indeed been unfaithful to Mia back then.
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A glint of coldness flickered in as she realized that everything she had endured back then was because of Luna.
Well, it seemed that merely slapping her was too lenient a form of retribution.