424 Did She Regret It?

The next morning, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminated the entire bedroom.

Timothy woke up from his sensual dream and opened his eyes. After a few seconds of confusion, everything gradually became clear to him.

Everything that happened the previous night poured into his mind and the extreme pleasure was simply unforgettable. His hands then instinctively reached to the side as if to grab something but he came up empty-handed.

Timothy frowned and glanced around him.

He was the only one on top of the bed. Samantha was nowhere to be seen inside the bedroom.

He clearly remembered spending a wonderful and pleasant night with Samantha, so where could she be then?

None of that was a sensual dream, was it?

Timothy’s eyes sank suddenly and he lifted the blanket. He grabbed the bathrobe beside him and put it on as he strode out of the room.

Samantha came toward him as soon as he stepped out of the room.

He pursed his thin lips tightly and was about to ask where she had gone, but his eyes were drawn to her face and he was nearly choked when those words came to his mouth.

Her face was slightly pale and her beautiful eyes were flushed. Anyone could tell at a glance that she had cried.

What happened?

Samantha seemed startled that he had woken up so early and was stunned to see him.

She then immediately lowered her eyes, as if afraid that he would see her red and swollen eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to say in as natural a tone as possible, “Ah, you…you’re awake.”

Timothy walked up to her and stretched out his hand. His slender fingers hooked her chin all of a sudden and forced her to raise her head.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was hoarse and magnetic.

Could she have regretted sleeping with him?

He would never let her go if she dared to even regret it!

She had become his woman, and she would have to stay his woman for the rest of her life!

Samantha did not want to tell him anything and tried to brush it off. “No… I wasn’t crying…”

Unfortunately, there were still tiny traces of weeping in her voice and her reply was markedly unconvincing.

“Say it! What’s the matter?” Timothy asked forcefully.

Samantha glanced at him weakly and threw herself into his arms. She hugged him tightly and said in a hoarse voice, “I just…had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?”

“Yeah. We’re happy now, but I feel sad whenever I think about Matt. He’s never been away from me for so long. He kept on calling me in my dream. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn’t…and I was really scared…”

As she spoke, her tears began rolling down once more and soaked the man’s clothes.

Timothy did not expect that to be the reason.

Although he hated crying women, he somehow felt pity when he saw Samantha like that.

After all, her face was full of tears when he ravished her the previous night, which set his passion ablaze.

He had no feelings for Matthew.

Even though Matthew was his son when it came to his bloodline, Matthew was and always would be the progeny left behind by the main personality.

Timothy kept quiet for a moment.

Samantha stepped up her efforts when she saw that. “Timothy… Matt and I have depended on each other for so long. We have a sixth sense when it comes to each other, and I’m sure that I’m having these nightmares because something happened to Matthew…”

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to find him now!”

After saying that, Samantha immediately pushed Timothy away and was about to run downstairs.

Timothy reacted quickly enough and dragged her back. “Do you know where he is? How are you going to find him?”

“It’s better than sitting around doing nothing!” Samantha retorted. “Timothy, I wouldn’t’ve survived back then if I didn’t have Matt. Without him, I wouldn’t be able to survive in the future either!”

Although she spoke rather harshly, she looked particularly miserable when she spoke in such a hoarse and weak voice. Her eyes and nose were red too.

“Alright.” Timothy pulled her into his arms again and his big palm patted her back. He promised, “I’ll let you see him in another three days.”

Samantha pressed her cheek against his chest and asked in a muffled voice, “Are you…telling the truth?”

“Yes.”

Samantha smiled contentedly. “You’re the best, Timothy.”

“It’s still early. Do you want to sleep a little longer?”

Samantha answered him with a gentle grunt and opened her hands wide. “Carry me.”

Timothy smiled and carried her up. He brought her back into the room and put her on the big bed.

He covered her with a blanket and lowered his head to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Go to sleep, I’m going to exercise.”

“Okay.” Samantha closed her eyes.

Timothy turned to leave the room and gently closed the door.

Instead of going downstairs to exercise, he turned around and walked into the study.

Timothy went to his desk, sat there, and switched on his computer while clicking on a certain application.