Sam and Tim arrived at the hospital. She was wearing Tim's clothes—a dark gray hoodie and joggers. Her hair was messy, but somehow, she still looked beautiful.
They walked inside, and soon the doctor came in to examine her. After a moment, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Tim.
"Tim, you never bring anyone to the hospital... is she your girlfriend?" he asked with a teasing smile.
Sam glanced at Tim with a little pride in her blue eyes before nodding.
"You're really lucky," the doctor added.
"Doc, what are—" Tim began, but the doctor cut him off.
"She's fine. Just a slight cut on her thigh. I've given her some pills for the pain. Luckily, the cut didn't reach her chest—otherwise, we might've needed surgery," he said, laughing lightly. Tim chuckled along.
"So, Miss Sam, remember to take your pills," the doctor reminded her. Sam nodded, and he walked away.
"Let's go," Tim said as they headed back to the car. The driver started the engine.
"Am I the only girl you've ever brought to the hospital?" Sam asked, trying to hide the hope in her voice.
"You're proud," Tim replied flatly.
"No…" she said softly, but the excitement still showed in her lips and eyes. Tim, as usual, brushed her off.
"You're my only fake girlfriend who got herself hurt because she got lost," he said.
Sam sank into her seat, scooting as far from him as she could, biting her lip hard.
"Stop here," Tim said suddenly. The car stopped, and he got out. He turned around and opened the door.
"Clothes," he said, then shut it again.
Sam frowned. Was she really thinking he'd open the door for her like a gentleman? She stepped out and followed him into the store.
It was a shop for women's clothing only—elegant and beautifully arranged. Sam was stunned. She had never been in such a nice store, only the small one near her house. She looked around in awe, but Tim didn't say anything.
"Hello, ma'am," one of the employees greeted her. Sam smiled shyly.
"You look so beautiful with your blue eyes," the woman said, turning to Tim. "Can I get your girlfriend a dress to match her eyes?"
He nodded.
A few minutes later, they returned with a lovely blue gown. Sam tried it on, and they even took pictures of her, saying she had the figure of a model.
"Pick whatever you like and come out in ten minutes. I'll be waiting in the car," Tim said before heading outside.
"Your boyfriend, right?" the shop assistant asked.
"Hmm… yeah," Sam managed to say.
"He's handsome, and you're pretty. You two look perfect together," the woman complimented. Sam smiled and picked out several more outfits. She paid using the card Tim had given her and left, waving goodbye.
As she walked out, she spotted her landlord approaching—and Tim walking toward her from the car.
She froze, confused and scared.
Tim reached her first. "What took you so long? Did you buy the entire store?" he teased, but her lips trembled.
Tim frowned. She was never afraid of anything—not even the guy who once tried to catch her. So who was this man?
He scanned the area, only seeing an older man approaching.
Was she… dating an older guy?
"So, you got yourself a man," the landlord said, eyeing Tim.
"Who is this?" Tim asked, confused.
"And who are you?" the landlord challenged.
"I'm her boyfriend," Tim answered firmly.
The landlord scoffed. "Samantha, you finally found a guy—and he's rich, too?"
He turned to Tim. "So who are you to her?"
"I'm just her landlord. Nothing else. She hasn't paid rent in a long time," he said coldly.
"I… I told you I'd pay when I got a job," Sam stammered, more nervous than ever.
"How much is the bill?" Tim asked.
"$100," the man replied. Sam lowered her head in shame.
"I'll pay," Tim said, walking back to the car. He returned with cash and handed it over.
"You owe me," he said as they got back into the car.
I'm doomed. I'm doomed. I'm doomed, Sam kept repeating in her head—until the words slipped from her lips without her realizing it.
Reaching home, Tim entered the mansion, but she followed him. She walked around the house, noticing no one was around. She didn't know who owned the house because she could scent a mix of formulas and perfumes, but she didn't want to ask him. She knew he'd roast her for it, like he always did.
She entered the room where she stayed with him and lay down on the bed. However, her stomach kept growling so loudly that it could wake anyone up. The secret was that she hadn't eaten all day, but she didn't want to tell him. She didn't want him to make fun of her again, so she lay there, hoping it would stop.
Then, her stomach rumbled again, louder than before. She wondered if her stomach had caused him to leave her. She grumbled to herself, annoyed. She tried to sleep, but the hunger kept her awake. She drank some water, hoping it would calm her stomach.
Suddenly, Tim appeared, looking cute—just as he always did. His tattoo on his arm stood out as he carried a plate of food. He sat down on the bed next to her.
"Open your mouth," he said, surprising her. Was he going to feed her? She opened her mouth slightly, and he gently placed some food inside.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked as he continued feeding her.
"I wasn't hungry," she said, but it made Tim laugh because her cheek was puff and also because there was food on her mouth.As she speak her lips make her look cute like a cat.
Tim laughed in front of her, and she couldn't help but wonder, What is the world turning into? Is this a dream?
"You..." he smiled softly. He reached toward her and slowly wiped her mouth, surprising her even more.
"There's something on your lips," he said.
"Thanks," she replied, feeling a bit embarrassed while he laughed."Are you not hungry?" she asked.