Timothy still did not speak. He crossed his slender legs gracefully and leaned lazily on the sofa before making eye contact with Samantha again.
His answer was evident.
Samantha's delicate brows frowned into a small heap. She completely forgot her fear of him for the time being and walked up to him in a couple of steps. "Timothy, I know that Grandma is the one who requested all this. I can cover for you. You don't need to force yourself to stay. You can go."
She knew that Timothy did not like others to force him into doing things he did not want to do. He was unwilling to be forced into doing things even by his own grandmother, and it was Samantha who ended up suffering in the end!
Every single thing she said was just to get him to leave...
The light in Timothy's eyes darkened and he finally opened his mouth. With a voice as cold as ice, he said, "Do you hate seeing me so much?"
