Chapter 129 Elizabeth
"I'll do it. You've given me the people I need. If I still can't succeed, then I'm useless."
Elizabeth said calmly.
Timothy chuckled quietly, "Good. As a reward, I'll cook for you myself tonight."
Elizabeth's tense face immediately cracked. With his cooking skills, was that really a reward?
She quickly laughed dryly and responded, "No, no, no. I should be the one rewarding you. To thank Mr. Robinson for his help, I'll cook tonight."
Timothy remained silent.
He just looked at her with those deep eyes.
Slowly.
Slowly, Elizabeth reflected on herself.
Timothy was finally willing to cook for her.
How could she refuse him?
"Then thank you for your hard work tonight, Mr. Robinson." Elizabeth flashed him a charming smile.
Timothy's mood instantly improved. He stood up and went to check the fridge in the kitchen for ingredients.
Elizabeth quietly brought her leg down from the split and sat cross-legged.
Then she picked up her phone from the floor.
She sent a message to her bodyguard.
[Buy me some digestive tablets and anti-diarrhea medicine, thanks]
Better safe than sorry.
Timothy had no idea Elizabeth was already planning ahead like this.
He opened the fridge, looked through it, and found the ingredients he needed.
Actually, he had secretly practiced making corn ribs a few times and they no longer had that weird smell. He had gotten pretty good at it.
So he decided to make corn ribs.
And then, heat up water and cook instant noodles.
Elizabeth walked into the kitchen with her hands behind her back, like she was on patrol.
Timothy was cutting bell peppers.
Elizabeth glanced and could tell what he was planning to cook, but it seemed a bit odd—the ingredients looked kind of sparse?
He peeled the pineapple quickly too, his slender fingers holding the knife.
Elizabeth stared at his hands. He really cut with force.
Timothy noticed her watching like a supervisor and smirked, "Elizabeth, you watching like this puts a lot of pressure on me."
Elizabeth touched her nose, "Then I'll go out and wait for you."
Elizabeth went to sit on the living room sofa and wait. When she heard the doorbell, she went to open it.
It was the bodyguard who had bought the digestive tablets and anti-diarrhea medicine.
"Thanks."
Elizabeth took the medicine back inside and put it in the cabinet.
While waiting for dinner, she called Mabel to chat.
They hadn't seen each other in a long time—they'd both been very busy lately.
They only hung up when Timothy came out carrying a plate of ribs that honestly didn't look very appetizing.
Elizabeth washed her hands and sat down at the dining table.
She saw the table with just one measly plate of ribs and two bowls of instant noodles.
Elizabeth: I really overestimated Mr. Robinson.
"How is it? Does it taste okay?" Timothy asked calmly.
Elizabeth ate the ribs with a smile on her face, "It's okay, not bad."
He didn't know how much vinegar he'd added—it was so sour.
Timothy looked pleased with himself. He also picked up a piece of rib and frowned, "It's so sour."
He looked at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth looked back at him.
Timothy smiled lightly, "Sorry, I'm not good at everything."
Elizabeth said, "It's okay, I'm not perfect either."
They both had self-awareness, a feeling of mutual understanding.
"These ribs?"
"Let's not eat them." Timothy decided.
That evening, after her shower, Elizabeth sat leaning against the headboard looking at her phone.
Timothy seemed to be looking for something.
Wearing only boxers, he had already walked back and forth two or three times.
"Mr. Robinson, what exactly are you looking for?" Elizabeth put down her phone and looked at Timothy with confusion.
Timothy had a great body with well-defined abs.
She took a few glances.
Timothy walked to the bedside. He supported himself with both hands on the bed, bent down, and stared at her with both eyes, "Actually, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Elizabeth was puzzled.
"About a year ago, I went to Starlight Hotel and slept with a woman there."
Elizabeth was very confused.
Before Elizabeth could overthink it, Timothy quickly said, "That woman was you. Tate sprayed you with a drug."
After hearing Timothy's words, Elizabeth was shocked. So Sherry had started trying to get rid of Elizabeth even before she returned to the country!
For a moment she felt scared. Sherry had really changed Elizabeth's perspective time and time again.
"Sherry even lied to me, saying I was raped by a beggar." Elizabeth said with lingering fear.
She finally understood a bit why she sometimes saw news reports about terrifying lovers.
Timothy hadn't expected there was such a thing. Fortunately, Elizabeth wasn't the type of woman with weak resilience, otherwise hearing that she was with a beggar...
Timothy's eyes grew cold, and his large hand grasped Elizabeth's hand.
He held her hand and directly slapped his own face with it.
One slap.
This slap left Elizabeth stunned.
"Timothy, are you crazy? Why are you using my hand to hit yourself?"
Timothy tensed his body, moved closer to her, and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you about this earlier. When you came to me to terminate the pregnancy, I had already found out that it was you that night."
Timothy said helplessly, "At first I thought you deliberately had relations with me. Later I investigated and found out you were Armando's wife in name, and at that time you two were getting divorced because of Sherry."
"And I also thought you loved him, so if I told you this, you would be in pain."
After hearing Timothy's words, Elizabeth didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Was this fate?
"Mr. Robinson, actually I think I was very lucky that it was you I met that time."
Elizabeth's lips curved up. She reached out and covered Timothy's eyes.
"Timothy."
Her red lips licked his lips.
She carefully tasted him.
The wet, hot sensation ran through her scalp like an electric current.
"Timothy, I want you."
After Elizabeth shyly said this, she let go of the hand covering Timothy's eyes.
Their eyes met.
Elizabeth, embarrassed by Timothy's gaze, suddenly hugged Timothy's waist and pulled him down onto the bed.
Timothy didn't resist and protected her.
Elizabeth directly lifted her leg, straddled him, and sat on Timothy's abdomen.
She lifted her chin slightly, looking down from above, "I want you."
She looked so arrogant.
Timothy looked up at her, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.
"What do you want?"
Timothy lay still, his deep gaze looking at Elizabeth, who was dressed very sexily tonight.
His low voice asked teasingly.
Elizabeth glared at Timothy. He clearly knew what she meant, but asked on purpose.
Of course she was too embarrassed to say it too clearly.
Timothy looked innocent, "I really don't know what you want."
Elizabeth shifted her bottom down a bit.
Timothy fell silent.
Elizabeth smiled with curved eyes, leaned down on Timothy, moved close to his ear, "I want you, baby."
"Baby, will you give it to me?"
Crazy.
This woman Elizabeth.
Timothy's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes fiercely flipped Elizabeth onto the bed.
That night was their most wildly passionate night together.