Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 88: Killing Him When He’s at His Worst

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zachary glanced at the wine glass and asked anxiously, “What kind of medicine is this? Do you have some kind of private grudge with Timmy? Are you going to kill him when he’s at his worst?”

Jonathan had never been so speechless in his entire life.

He looked at Zachary blankly and replied coldly, “It’d be better to let him sleep than to let him go bonkers.”

Zachary laughed awkwardly. It turned out to be sleeping pills.

He immediately expressed his apologies and gave Jonathan a thumbs up. “I admire considerateness at this kind of time, Jonny!”

Jonathan did not bother to entertain that idiot anymore and walked straight to Timothy. He sat down and surreptitiously slipped that glass of wine among the wine that Timothy had taken earlier.

Timothy soon picked up that glass and drank it all in one go.

About ten minutes later, Timothy’s vision began to blur. After another five minutes, he leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, and sank into a deep sleep.

Jonathan got up, walked back to a dumbfounded Zachary, then said, “Send him to get some rest. I’m leaving.”

As soon as he said that, he took big strides and walked out of the room.

Zachary, who had witnessed the entire process, could not help but admire Jonathan’s figure from behind. Jonathan’s skill and ability were truly terrifying.

In reality, Zachary was of the opinion that Jonathan and Timothy were on the same level in terms of skill, so much so that... Jonathan was much more ruthless.

After all, his family had a long history in the underground. That part of him ran in his blood and was carved in his bones.

Zachary remembered that 18-year-old Timothy could complete a project that was worth tens of billions by himself, while 18-year-old Jonathan disposed of a large-scale evil gang and forged a path for himself by spilling blood.

Everyone else would get chills down their spine when they heard the name, Jonathan Yates. Even Zachary—who grew up with Jonathan since they were little kids—did not dare to piss the man off.

Jonathan was colder than most when he was not being cruel. However, when his ruthlessness acted up, even Lucifer would have to give way to him!

Speaking of that, Jonathan seemed to be invincible all the time, or maybe not...

He had his weak moments too. Like Timothy, he had fallen for a woman and had fallen quite hard too.

Zachary shook his head and laughed. Everything else considered, he was the luckiest out of the three. Having enjoyed his time among a field of flowers, he could have his pick of any one of them with no love lost. How good was that?

…

When Jonathan walked to the ballroom, a beautiful woman with a very hot figure and a sexy short skirt swayed her hips and walked toward him gracefully.

Standing in front of Jonathan, the beautiful woman flicked her long wavy hair and cast a sexy look at him. Her voice was delicate and charming, “Would you like to treat me to a drink, Handsome?”

Jonathan looked at her from head to toe. She was very confident in herself and allowed him to ogle, going so far as to boldly give him flirtatious glances the whole time. “Or, we can go further.”

The woman was well-versed with the nightlife. Having seen so many men in the past, it was rare for her to chance upon one as magnificent as the one in front of her.

His facial features were sharp and handsome, giving him the impression of being mixed-blood. His eyes were brownish instead of pure black, and he had a passionate look in his eyes despite his cold temperament. All in all, he was extremely charming.

Furthermore, his figure—despite being fully clothed—belied the muscular contours under those clothes. His whole body exudes an extremely captivating and strongly masculine hormonal aura.

The beautiful woman felt that it would be heaven on earth if she could sleep with him.

Jonathan curled his lips and smiled. “Sure.”

As soon as he said that, he hooked his arm around the beautiful woman’s waist and pulled her closer to him. His slender fingers then hooked up the beautiful woman’s chin.

The woman closed her eyes consciously and pursed her red lips.

Jonathan’s lips slowly landed.

Just as he was about to kiss her, Jonathan’s body was punched all of a sudden. His movements stopped and he looked up.

Rochelle was standing right in front of him. She was an eye-catching beauty whose resplendence did not decrease in the slightest even under the ballroom’s dim lights.

Rochelle looked straight into his eyes and smiled even more beautifully. After shrugging her shoulders, she spoke unapologetically, “Oopsies, the lights are too dim and you were blocking my way.”

The woman was unamused by the interference after finally getting the chance to hang onto such a wonderful man. She opened her eyes and looked at Rochelle, whose beauty surprised her at first, followed by a sense of vigilance.

There were rules to be followed when going out and having fun. One of them was ‘first come, first serve.’ Was that so hard to understand?

She pretended to throw a mini tantrum with Jonathan. “Who is she?”

Jonathan let go of her calmly, straightened his messy clothes casually, then answered plainly, “My wife.”

The woman thought that the stunner in front of her was about to snatch away her man, but that stunner turned out to be that man’s wife?

Rochelle smiled even more after hearing Jonathan’s answer. She approached in her high heels and raised her hand.

The woman could not help but feel fear. Seducing another woman’s husband was grounds for the man’s wife to slap her.

Seeing Rochelle about to deliver that slap, the woman closed her eyes by instinct and heard a crisp sound.

However, she did not feel any pain at all. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw that the slap landed on the handsome man’s face instead of hers.

When the stage lights shone over, she could clearly see finger marks on the man’s face, showing just how merciless Rochelle was.

What...was going on?

After Rochelle delivered that slap, she even complained and said, “That skin is so rough and thick that my hands are hurting after the slap.”

Jonathan wiped the corners of his lips with his slender fingers. He neither retorted at her nor showed her anger.

The woman was dumbfounded.

Rochelle crossed her arms and looked at the woman before making things clear. “He’s not just afraid of his wife. He finishes within seconds too. Are you sure you want to sleep with him?”

Judging from the situation, the husband and wife did not appear to be an ordinary couple. The woman could not afford to provoke them!

She turned around and sped off at record speed.

Rochelle glanced at the beautiful woman’s rear figure, then turned her gaze back to Jonathan’s paralyzed face. Cutting out all the nonsense, she went straight to the chase and asked, “Where’s Timothy?”

When she went to pick Samantha up earlier, a murderous intent surfaced as soon as she saw that Samantha was listless from the ordeal. After finally calming Samantha down, Rochelle came straight to look for the men.

Jonathan’s voice was cold and indifferent. “And what’s going to happen if I tell you?”

Rochelle smiled cruelly. “I’m going to castrate him!”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows and said curiously, “Why don’t you castrate me then?”

“You?” Rochelle asked in a playful tone and looked at him for a few seconds. Then, stretched out her hand suddenly and grabbed his collar to pull him over.

The next second, Rochelle’s red lips were planted right on Jonathan’s thin lips.