Chapter 954 Reunion
Mary was on the verge of tears!
Timothy furrowed his brows and stared at her for a long moment before shifting his gaze to the dumbfounded man standing nearby. With a hint of sarcasm, he said, "Still here? Planning to stay for dinner?"
The man snapped out of his daze, buttoning his shirt while his eyes darted between the two of them, full of curiosity.
"I'll leave right away. Sorry for interrupting your... moment. But seriously, how did you manage to spill water all over me? And you're a doctor! Shouldn't your hands be steadier?"
Mary was speechless.
Who exactly was interrupting whom here?
She kept her head down, not wanting to say a word.
After what felt like an eternity, the noisy presence had long since faded, leaving behind a sudden silence that felt like the air had been paused. An indescribable atmosphere began to fill the room.
Timothy looked at her, while Mary kept her head down, only the top of her head visible.
He couldn't tell what she was thinking as her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, looking a bit uneasy.
And a bit cute.
His eyes softened, and in a deep, magnetic voice, he asked, "How long do you plan to stand there?"
Mary's heart skipped a beat. She paused, debating whether to go in or walk away.
She had interrupted them. He must be upset, right?
Besides, she didn't want to see what the room looked like inside!
"I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to actually like..."
Timothy's brows furrowed. "Like what?"
"Anyway, I didn't mean to interrupt you! I'm really sorry!"
What on earth was Mary thinking?
He raised a hand to pinch his aching brow, and after a moment, he spoke with resignation, "He's the manager of Dad's branch office. He came over this morning to deliver some documents and accidentally spilled water on himself."
Mary looked up, stunned. "So you two aren't... that kind of relationship?!"
A vein throbbed on Timothy's forehead as he gritted his teeth. "What kind of relationship? No!"
"Good. That's a relief."
She was scared to death.
She thought, how could he suddenly change his preferences when he clearly had an ex-girlfriend?
Mary patted her chest, completely missing the look in Timothy's eyes until he couldn't hold back and growled, "Get in here already!"
'Fine, fine,' she thought. 'No need to be so fierce.'
She followed him into the room, closing the door behind her.
Mary asked, "Where did you and Antonio go drinking last night? He didn't come back all night, and this morning, those unscrupulous media outlets were spreading rumors about him being all over some guy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have misunderstood..."
Her words trailed off.
Mary was so focused on walking that she didn't notice when Timothy had stopped in front of her.
She bumped into him unexpectedly.
His deep, magnetic voice poured down from above, "Misunderstood what?"
Could she say she thought he had brought a toy boy back?
Mary licked her lips, staying silent.
She glanced up cautiously. Timothy was wearing a bathrobe, the collar slightly open, revealing a well-defined chest still glistening with water droplets. Further up... his sexy collarbone and prominent Adam's apple, exuding raw masculinity.
She couldn't take it anymore!
Her heart was racing uncontrollably, as if it might leap out of her chest.
Timothy watched her face turn redder and redder, a quick smile tugging at his lips. He deliberately took a step closer and asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
His sudden question startled Mary, making her instinctively step back.
She tripped over a table!
Just as she braced herself for a close encounter with the floor, Timothy grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, causing them both to tumble onto the couch.
Timothy instinctively protected her waist, the soft, delicate touch making his dark eyes cloud over.
Mary lay on top of Timothy, her lips brushing past his chin and stopping near his ear.
She didn't dare move.
Timothy had just showered, his hair still damp and cool.
But the cooler he was, the hotter her heart felt.
He was holding her.
Their proximity allowed them to hear each other's heartbeats clearly, the warmth of their skin slowly heating the air around them.
With her soft fragrance in his arms, Timothy's breathing grew heavier, his hand on her waist tensing.
His voice was low and hoarse, "You okay?"
"I'm fine..."
Mary was dazed for a moment, her hand on his chest as she lifted her head, only to meet Timothy's deep, mesmerizing eyes, drawing her in.
Time seemed to freeze.
All that remained were their mingled breaths and an intimacy poised on the verge of unfolding.
Mary's fingers curled slightly, her eyes shimmering as she looked at Timothy's chiseled features, inexplicably drawn closer.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Timothy's hand on her waist tightened, pulling her away.
"Hungry? I'll change and take you to dinner."
Timothy's voice was hoarse, his palm burning.
He lifted her to sit on the couch beside him, then turned and strode into the bedroom.
The door closed.
It felt like he was fleeing.
Her heart seemed to skip a few beats, then pounded wildly as if caught red-handed.
Mary clenched her hands, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite identify, suspended in mid-air.
After a while, she lowered her head with a bitter smile.
Why did she still feel disappointed?
Hadn't she always known?
Timothy, though her husband, would dutifully take care of her, but he never loved her.
So even when he held her so close, clearly reacting, he still remained loyal to the person in his heart, unwilling to give her even a kiss.
Mary didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her thoughts.
She should have been used to it by now, accepted her fate.
She had come to the hotel because of the misunderstanding caused by that news, not intending to have dinner alone with Timothy. After all, he was in Capital City for work, and she was here for Sarah.
But now that things had turned out this way, she had no choice but to go out with him.
As for the news, it was quickly suppressed by the Valencia Group's PR team, only discussed privately among employees.
Isabella overheard the whole story in the break room and shook her head with a smile.
"These days, the media is running out of things to write about. This kind of pointless news, I wonder who even reads it."
"Exactly. Mr. Harrington and Ms. Miller have such a good relationship. Those people are just making things up, looking for trouble!"
With that, the topic was about to end when a colleague suddenly stopped Isabella.
"By the way, Ms. Moore, a new flower shop opened near our office. The flowers are really fresh, and they're having a grand opening sale. You like flowers, right? You should check it out."
"A flower shop?"
She had been so busy with work lately that she hadn't noticed.
"Sure... I've just finished my project. I'll go take a look after work."
Isabella had just thrown out the old flowers at home and was planning to get new ones, so she went to the flower shop after work. To her surprise, the shop's decor was quite tasteful.
"Boss, I'd like twelve roses and a bunch of baby's breath."
The busy staff outside, and the man at the counter in a casual suit, had a sharp, handsome face. He seemed to be the owner.
She picked out her flowers and walked over.
"And some plant food, please."
The man looked up at the familiar voice, and when he saw her face, his deep eyes filled with restrained emotions.
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