Chapter 148 Timothy Returns
Someone wanted to mess with her.
Elizabeth frowned. She planned to switch to another hospital to see a psychiatrist.
She didn't believe she had paranoid delusions.
Armando glanced at Elizabeth, who was trying hard to stay calm. "That's a green snake, non-venomous. You wait outside."
He held his coat, ready to go in.
Elizabeth grabbed Armando's sleeve. "Wait, what are you going in for? I'll call a professional snake catcher."
Armando looked down at the two slender fingers on his sleeve.
Just two fingers, a distant gesture.
"It's not poisonous. I'll catch it. By the time professionals get here, it might have crawled into the room."
He stated the facts coolly.
Elizabeth felt scared thinking about that scenario.
She imagined herself sleeping, then suddenly a snake appearing on her bed.
Elizabeth immediately let go of Armando's sleeve.
Armando's lips curved slightly. He handed his coat to Elizabeth.
He walked quietly toward the tree.
Elizabeth held the door handle, ready to slam the door shut if the snake came toward her.
The green snake sensed someone approaching. It twisted its body and quickly moved away.
A foot stepped on its tail, then someone grabbed its weak spot.
Armando's slender fingers held the green snake.
He turned and looked up at Elizabeth outside the door.
Armando noticed Elizabeth was ready to shut the door, trapping him and the snake inside.
He gave her a half-smile.
"You can come in now. Find something so I can put it in."
Elizabeth smiled awkwardly. She walked in, glanced at the green snake, and felt terrified.
She went to the kitchen to find a bottle or container.
This was Armando's first time here.
The house had a warm decorating style.
Elizabeth and Timothy used to live here.
His eyes darkened slightly.
In the kitchen, Elizabeth found an empty bottle.
It was a candy jar Timothy had bought for her when he saw how much she suffered taking medicine.
She put the remaining candy in a bag and brought out the empty bottle.
When she walked out of the kitchen, she saw the snake in Armando's hand had stopped moving.
"It passed out," Armando said flatly.
He had Elizabeth put the bottle on the floor, placed the snake inside, and screwed the lid tight.
"Where can I wash my hands?" he asked, standing up. "Don't tell me you won't even let me wash my hands before making me leave?"
His question was calm.
Elizabeth forced a smile and led him to the kitchen.
After washing his hands, Armando walked out of the kitchen and suddenly stopped as he passed her.
He looked down at Elizabeth.
His distinctive cool presence.
Elizabeth looked up and stepped back. "Thanks for today."
She'd immediately search online for a new place to live. This place felt unsafe everywhere.
Seeing her step back, Armando looked away. "Elizabeth, are you that afraid of me?"
"Elizabeth, I'm back."
A man's lazy, hoarse voice came from the doorway.
Elizabeth instinctively turned and saw Timothy walking into the living room.
Sudden joy and shock.
"Timothy!"
Elizabeth walked toward him happily, remembering the baby in her belly, she didn't walk too fast.
Armando watched Elizabeth's back as she rushed joyfully toward Timothy. He pressed his lips together, his cool eyes looking at Timothy.
Timothy wasn't dead.
What was going on with Jake? Did the plan fail?
Elizabeth reached Timothy. She was about to throw herself into his arms and hug him.
But she suddenly stopped a fist's distance away from Timothy.
Timothy's face was still red and swollen, looking a bit scary.
"What happened to your face?"
"Caught in the explosion."
Timothy smiled and reached out, pulling Elizabeth into his arms. "Elizabeth, I missed you so much."
Elizabeth stayed obediently in Timothy's embrace. She smelled him.
He didn't have his familiar pine scent.
Maybe because he just got back from Aquilonia.
Actually, Elizabeth had stopped because for a moment, Timothy's smile seemed a little strange?
Elizabeth thought she was being silly.
Timothy's face was injured, so of course his smile would look different.
Elizabeth told herself not to be paranoid. Someone had been messing with her lately.
She wasn't sick.
Armando coldly watched the two embracing in the room.
His gaze met Timothy's.
Both looked away casually.
Armando took his coat and left with a cold expression.
Timothy let go of Elizabeth. He held her hand, his eyes full of affection. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry."
Elizabeth had wanted to scold him angrily.
Everything that happened to her during this time had been building up, ready to explode.
But thinking that Timothy had barely survived and come back alive...
She could only keep a cold face and not scold him.
She pulled her hand away, eyes reddening. "I'm just glad you're back."
She turned around, biting her lip.
Timothy guessed Elizabeth was angry. He hugged her from behind, chin on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise."
"Everything's been resolved."
His words were very soft.
He smiled, warm and gentle.
Elizabeth's body trembled slightly.
What was wrong with her? The man holding her from behind was clearly Timothy.
Was she being paranoid again, doubting this man was Timothy?
His voice sounded like Timothy.
His face, despite the swelling, looked like Timothy.
His height was like Timothy's.
Also, Elizabeth looked down at the arms around her waist.
His black mamba tattoo was gone?
"Where's your arm tattoo?" she asked calmly.
"I removed it," Timothy said casually. "Look at my arm, it couldn't be completely removed. There are still traces."
He showed Elizabeth his arm.
Some color from the rose remained.
His arm had injury marks that hadn't fully healed.
His skin had darkened.
Aquilonia's sun was harsh anyway.
Elizabeth sat on the sofa. She took out her phone and, after thinking, made an appointment with a psychiatrist at another hospital.
Timothy was showering in the bathroom.
Elizabeth sat on the living room sofa, rubbing her forehead.
Timothy finished showering and walked out of the bedroom in pajamas.
The moment he walked out, Elizabeth looked up at him and froze.
Everything was the same.
Why was she doubting?
Timothy sat on the sofa, smiled, and hugged her. "Elizabeth, I actually thought I'd never see you again."
Elizabeth forced a sad expression.
"Elizabeth?" His kiss landed on her hair.
Elizabeth responded absently.
She didn't tell him about the pregnancy.
"You've gotten thinner while I was gone," Timothy said.
Elizabeth suddenly pulled away from Timothy's embrace.
She stood up.
"I'm hungry, really hungry. I only ate a little breakfast today. I'm going to make noodles!" Elizabeth said calmly.
As she was about to leave, Timothy grabbed her hand.
"I had food delivered from Carlton Hotel. Elizabeth, if you're angry, slap me?"
He looked up at her, guiding her hand toward his face.
This moment overlapped with that night before.
Timothy had also made her slap his face that night.
The same expression as before.
Elizabeth broke down at this moment. She was really sick, doubting her own lover.
Elizabeth suddenly felt short of breath.
Timothy said firmly, "Next week I'll take you to Border Ridge City. We'll get married."
Hearing this, Elizabeth surprisingly didn't feel very happy.
She looked down and sat back on the sofa. She wanted to test him once more.
She put on a surprised expression, then said sadly, "Mr. Robinson, I want to tell you something. The ring you gave me before going abroad, I lost it recently."
"I'm sorry." Elizabeth apologized sadly.
Timothy raised his eyebrows in confusion. He touched Elizabeth's forehead. "Elizabeth, what are you talking about? I didn't give you a ring before going abroad."
He cupped Elizabeth's face with both hands. "Elizabeth, you look terrible. I'm worried. Is there something you're not telling me?"
This made Elizabeth's heart sink even more.
Timothy was right—he didn't give her a ring before going abroad.