EndlessFantasy Translation

  EndlessFantasy Translation

  Samantha did not want to cry because she had long gotten used to keeping her emotions to herself all those years.

  None of it was supposed to be a big deal, and she felt as though crying was unwarranted.

  At that moment, her defenses were all broken down as she lay in Timothy’s arms and listened to his simple words.

  Tears began falling like a broken string of pearls and she was unable to say even a single word.

  Timothy hugged her even tighter and said nothing when he felt her trembling in his embrace. Words were unnecessary at that moment as long as he stayed by her side.

  He patted the back of Samantha’s hand little by little in a silent comforting gesture.

  Time passed slowly and it was not until much later that Timothy finally felt her trembling stop in his embrace. Even the sobs began to slow down and he lowered his gaze to look at her.

  Samantha seemed to have gotten tired from all that crying. Her eyes looked listless, her expression was sullen, and her eyelids were droopy. Even her cheeks had reddened from her crying and her eyes had swollen up too.

  Timothy gently loosened his embrace and picked her up to set her down on the big soft bed. He pulled the blanket over her and said, “Go to sleep.”


  He then tried to get up but his hand was grabbed.

  Samantha had grabbed his fingers unconsciously and spoke in an extremely hoarse voice. “Don’t leave.”


  Timothy held her back and said softly, “I’m not leaving, I was just……”


  As he said that, he lowered his head and used his chin to gesture to the chest of his shirt. There was a huge moist patch left behind by Samantha’s tears. “…going to deal with this.”


  Samantha looked over unconsciously and felt somewhat embarrassed. “I’ll…wash it for you tomorrow.”


  Timothy did not decline and replied, “Okay. I’m going to take it off for you to wash tomorrow.”


  Samantha let go of him and he got up to walk into the bathroom.

  He returned quickly and changed into a casual T-shirt. He had even brought over a towel and was sitting on the edge of the bed to gently wipe away the tears on Samantha’s face.

  Samantha was aware of what he was doing and wanted to open her eyes to look at him again, but she was just too exhausted and sleepy from all the crying that she soon fell into a deep sleep.

  Timothy wiped away the tears for her and got someone to bring him an ice pack. He placed the ice pack on her eyes for some time, then climbed onto the bed and hugged her as he closed his eyes.

  At six o’clock the next morning, Timothy’s cell phone rang suddenly.

  The man’s eyes opened abruptly as he reached for his phone to mute the call. He then turned to look at Samantha in his arms.

  He finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she did not wake up.

  She probably had a bad dream the previous night and did not sleep too peacefully, so the last thing he wanted was to wake her up after she had finally managed to calm her emotions.

  Timothy gently teased Samantha out of his arms and got out of bed.

  He went to the balcony outside with his phone and then unlocked it to see who had called him. It turned out to be none other than Ronald.

  Normally Ronald would not call him that early especially when it was obvious that he was with Samantha.

  The likeliest reason was that something urgent had happened.

  Timothy tapped a couple of times and redialed Ronald’s number.

  Ronald answered within seconds and spoke in a heavy tone, “There’s been some trouble, Mr. Barker!”


  Timothy’s expression remained unchanged as he replied faintly, “What’s the matter?”


  “Your heroic act of saving Mrs. Barker in public was posted on the internet last night. Things have developed rapidly during that one night alone and public opinion has taken a very negative turn. Everyone says that you were stupidly protecting your wife and using your power to absolve her of the crime. Now their anger is directed at both her and you.”


  “That’s it?” Timothy’s expression remained unchanged.

  Ronald sighed deeply. “I could’ve handled it without bothering you if that’s all there was to it. There’s still more, unfortunately……”


  He concisely finished the rest of his words.

  Timothy’s expression became darker and colder as Ronald spoke and he finally ordered, “Come over and pick me up right now.”


  “Yes!”


  After the call ended, he stood on the balcony for a few seconds before turning around and going back in.

  Timothy then walked to the dressing room and changed into a suit…… He later went to the bed, bent down to kiss Samantha’s forehead, and walked out of the room.