Chapter 99 Elizabeth Baby
The office was dim, with the curtains drawn, blocking out the sunlight.
Elizabeth walked in, carrying a cup of coffee.
She was met with the pitch-black room.
“Miss Penrose, any ideas on how I should handle Mina?” Yosef’s voice was icy.
Elizabeth’s face hardened as she flipped on the light.
Her eyes adjusted, revealing Yosef sprawled on the couch with an air of arrogance, legs spread wide.
His expression was grim.
Elizabeth wasn’t intimidated. “Your test results aren’t back yet.”
She walked over and placed the coffee on the table.
Elizabeth knew Yosef wouldn’t let Mina off easily.
Yosef still hadn’t vented his anger.
It was supposed to be a straightforward, consensual arrangement, but she had the nerve to lie about being single.
Not only did Mina lie about being single, but her boyfriend Zaid had an STD.
Yosef’s face was dark with anger. If word got out, his reputation would be ruined.
He looked up at Elizabeth standing in front of him.
Elizabeth looked back, waiting for him to speak.
Yosef picked up a lighter, flicking it repeatedly before finally muttering, “Make an appointment for me with a urologist.”
Elizabeth was puzzled. “Why?”
Yosef’s face was somber. “Why are you so dense? Make an appointment with a urologist.”
Elizabeth was taken aback, her mouth twitching slightly. “Having issues?”
Yosef was speechless.
“Elizabeth, what’s on your mind?” Timothy reached out, pulling her into his arms and tilting her chin up to look at her.
His demeanor was playful, like a man teasing his girlfriend.
They were sitting on the couch, the TV on.
Elizabeth, nestled against Timothy, let out a soft sigh.
Timothy was puzzled.
Yosef might need a psychologist, too.
Timothy’s lips brushed her ear. “Sighing and daydreaming—tell me what’s on your mind.”
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him. “Which urologist at your hospital is the most reputable?”
Timothy raised an eyebrow, surprised that this was what she was sighing about. “Is it for Yosef?”
Elizabeth nodded.
Timothy felt deeply sympathetic. He recommended Dr. Eddy Bowers, an experienced specialist. “Book an appointment with Eddy. He’s the best in that field.”
Elizabeth took out her phone and booked an appointment for Yosef on the hospital’s website.
Casually, she asked Timothy, “Do you want to get checked, too? It’s good to have regular health check-ups.”
Elizabeth believed men should have regular check-ups, just like women should have gynecological exams.
Timothy raised an eyebrow, holding her hand and teasing, “You think I’m too vigorous, and you want me to get checked?”
He had no issues in that department.
Elizabeth felt instantly awkward.
Timothy, ever considerate, asked, “Do I need to see a urologist? If you think I should, I’ll make an appointment.”
Timothy was a very compliant boyfriend.
Elizabeth remained silent.
Timothy’s gaze deepened, and he smiled lazily.
Elizabeth tried to sit up, not wanting to be held anymore.
But his arms were too strong, and she couldn’t break free.
In the end, she gave up and stayed in his embrace.
Timothy smiled faintly. “Just watch TV and don’t move around.”
She had said she wanted to finish the episode before going to bed, so Timothy was staying with her.
The show on TV was a romantic drama.
The male lead was domineering, holding the foolish female lead. “Baby, don’t make me angry, or you’ll face the consequences.”
Elizabeth was silent.
With Timothy beside her, she was embarrassed to the point that her toes curled.
Timothy looked thoughtfully at the quiet Elizabeth in his arms, then at the TV.
“Elizabeth, baby.”
His deep voice lazily drifted from above her head. “Let’s go to bed.”
Elizabeth’s face turned beet red.
That night, Timothy ended up being kicked out of the bedroom to sleep on the couch.
Elizabeth, baby—he actually said that.
In the middle of the night, Elizabeth tried to roll over, feeling uncomfortable, but her legs seemed pinned down.
Her mind was still groggy.
Someone was on top of her, heavy as a rock.
She opened her eyes.
A small lamp was on in the bedroom.
Squinting, she saw Timothy’s handsome face.
His jaw was tense, his robe gone, revealing his strong chest.
Elizabeth’s mind was still foggy. She blinked, slowly waking up. “How did you get in?”
“I have a key.” Timothy smiled, seeing she was awake.
Elizabeth was still shocked that he had a key to her bedroom.
She had tried to make him sleep on the floor, then the couch, but neither worked.
Elizabeth bit her lip.
Timothy’s voice was husky, almost dangerously low. “Elizabeth, baby, let’s cuddle and sleep.”
Elizabeth was stunned.
Timothy looked down at her flushed face and whispered something sweet in her ear.
Elizabeth finally reacted.
She instinctively glanced at his lips.
Timothy was impossible.
In the morning, Elizabeth had breakfast and looked at Timothy across the table.
She wiped her lips. “I’m going to work.”
Timothy crossed his arms, looking forlorn. “You’re just going to work like that?”
Elizabeth pretended not to hear.
Timothy insisted, “I want to sleep in the bed tonight.”
“Fine, you can sleep in the bed tonight.” Elizabeth finished brushing her teeth, grabbed her bag, and walked to the door to put on her shoes.
After she put on her shoes, she opened the door, stepped out, and then leaned back in to laugh at Timothy. “I have plans with Mabel tonight, so you’ll be sleeping alone!”
Her laugh was triumphant.
The door slammed shut.
Timothy almost laughed in frustration.
His phone rang, and he saw it was Matthew calling.
Matthew teased, “Timothy, you always say you’re spending time with your girlfriend. It’s my birthday tonight—can you come out for a drink?”
“Hold on,” Timothy said lazily. “I need to check with Elizabeth first.”
Matthew was speechless.
He couldn’t believe how much Timothy had changed.
Timothy didn’t hang up but switched to Facebook and messaged Elizabeth.
Timothy: [Elizabeth, baby, Matthew invited me out for drinks tonight.]
Elizabeth had just left the house when she received the message.
She stared at it for a second before replying.
Elizabeth: [Got it.]
Timothy chuckled at her response.
He told Matthew, “See you tonight.”
Matthew didn’t get a chance to say much before Timothy hung up.
Matthew was really speechless.
A black car drove down the road.
It was stopped as it approached the dock.
The window rolled down, revealing Armando’s face.
“Get out.”
Two burly men approached.
Armando got out, and one of the men scanned him with a metal detector.
Finding nothing dangerous, they let him through.
A yacht was docked at the pier. Armando followed the men onto the boat.
Inside, every few steps, there were more burly men standing guard.
Armando’s expression was calm as he followed the men to the deck.
Jake Sherman, covered in tattoos, sat on a couch, his chest exposed and muscular.
Jake held a photo of Elizabeth. “Is this the woman you want?”
Armando’s face was indifferent as he walked over and took the photo from Jake. “Mr. Sherman, does this mean you’re willing to cooperate?”
Jake’s smile was warm. “You have the guts to go after Timothy’s woman. I admire that. Looking forward to working together.”