Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 131 Zoe: I Like You, More Than Just a Little (2 More)

Chapter 131: 131 Zoe: I Like You, More Than Just a Little (2 More)

Several people immediately realized and shouted at Zoe Bell, "Good day, Madame."

"Proceed with the project as we discussed just now, and if there’s anything, report back to Zac Cruz," William Hale said, glancing at the group, implying they could leave.

The group quickly exited.

Barely having walked far, they gathered excitedly to discuss:

"They must have really gotten married, right? We didn’t hear anything about it. When did our boss become a married man?"

"Deserving of big things indeed."

"Since he hasn’t made it public, we dare not speak of it either."

"..."

Knowing such a massive secret yet having to keep it in felt like they were going to burst internally sooner or later.

At this moment, Zoe Bell followed William Hale to the office, and to her surprise, the décor style here was...

Quite old-fashioned.

It was filled with a sense of retro and Republican-era flair.

Completely different from the office she imagined which would be filled with elites, futuristic, or have a sense of technology.

"My uncle used to manage the company; he had this place redecorated. I’m too lazy to fuss over it again," William Hale explained as Zoe placed the insulated box on the side long table and was just about to open it when William Hale wrapped his arms around her waist.

Effortlessly, he pulled her into his embrace.

While he sat on the sofa, Zoe Bell...

Sat on his lap.

"Why did you suddenly come without telling me first?" William Hale buried his head in her neck, inhaling her citrusy grapefruit scent that was fresh and sweet.

It made one...

Irresistibly want to take a bite.

William Hale’s hands rested on her waist, gently caressing.

It was ticklish and teasing.

His lips barely grazed her neck, sending what felt like little currents through her, causing her body to tense up. The intense sensation made her eyelashes flutter uncontrollably.

"I knew you hadn’t eaten, wanted to give you a surprise."

"Really?"

William Hale’s voice grew husky.

He lowered his head, lightly biting at her neck.

The pressure was neither too light nor too strong, making Zoe instinctively shrink back.

His hand roamed over her waist, recklessly igniting fires, which Zoe could hardly withstand, especially feeling the changes in his body.

Recalling what happened last night, her face turned even redder.

William Hale was struggling with a strong urge to smoke.

And then, she had appeared.

He tilted his head and kissed her, his breath hot and dominant, enough to make one’s heart tremble.

Breath stolen, Zoe pressed her hands against his chest in protest, the bottom hem of her shirt that was clutched tight around the waist managed to wriggle free.

Without clothing in the way, his fingers, coarse and burning hot, pressed against her lower back, the heat from his fingertips overwhelming.

"You coming here makes me quite happy."

His voice was raspy, sending tingles down Zoe’s spine.

"It’s time to eat."

"No rush."

Zoe tried to get up but was pushed back down by him; her ears flushed crimson, and he purposely kissed there again, fanning the flames, making her breath feel hot.

"How did you know I hadn’t eaten?"

"Zac Cruz told me." She still sat on his lap, a position so suggestive it made her heart flutter.

"And he probably asked you to come, didn’t he?"

Given William Hale’s understanding of her, Zoe wouldn’t have come on her own initiative. In matters of the heart, she was like an ostrich, overthinking and apprehensive, fearful and hesitant.

"Zoe, why do you listen when he tells you something, come when he asks?"

"And my words, you just ignore?"

"When have I ever ignored your words?" Zoe was kissed until her heart raced, still catching her breath.

"I said, try to like me."

"You haven’t been very obedient to that request."

William Hale held her, his voice seductive,

"Zoe, do you like me a bit now?"

As he spoke, his breath pressed against her lips.

Even and eager, like a hook meant to tantalize her.

His gaze was intense, urgent and hot, revealing undisguised affection and love, even an overwhelming desire to possess, all making her heart race.

Zoe, voiceless, felt her ears turn even redder.

His fingers gently caressed, "Zoe..."

"Your ears, they seem like they’re about to catch fire."

Zoe’s heartbeat was so frantic it almost leaped from her throat, her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her skirt, seemingly cornered and pitiful.

William Hale knew she was susceptible to teasing, kissed her cheek lightly, and patted her waist gently twice, indicating it was time for her to get up.

Zoe stood up; half of her shirt had come loose from her waistband, looking somewhat disheveled.

He stood in front of her, looking down, and started to straighten her clothes.

"Mr. Hale..."

"Hmm." He responded.

"I stewed some beef tonight, turned out quite tasty."

"Is that so?"

"I also made cashew shrimp, been in the insulated box for a while, maybe the cashews aren’t as crispy anymore."

"That’s okay."

...

William Hale was incredibly patient, responding to every statement she made.

"Also..." Zoe’s voice tightened, as if mustering courage.

"What else?"

"Also, the thing is, my feelings for you might be more than just a little."

William Hale was not adept at sorting through women’s clothes. After fumbling for quite a while, her words stunned him, and his gaze slowly traveled up to meet her face, which was flushed red.

As he watched, the warmth gradually spread, coloring even her neck with a rosy hue.

"What did you just say?"

A sweeping joy enveloped him instantly, as if a wave of warmth surged through his limbs and body.

It instantly dispelled all the gloom and unease in his heart.

His fingers suddenly tightened, his heart pounding as if it were about to burst from his chest, thudding against his ribs with indescribable palpitations.

"It’s time to eat."

Zoe Bell turned around, intending to run.

Unluckily, the hem of her clothes was still held in his grasp. She was easily pulled back and embraced again in his arms.

His arms, hot, pressed her against himself.

This kiss was deeper and more fervent than before.

It heated the corners of her eyes, a moist warmth spreading in her gaze.

Their breaths were ambiguous, bodies grinding and intertwining.

"William..." She felt her legs weakening, nearly unable to stand.

It should have stopped.

"At this moment, you should hold me tight," William Hale whispered, kissing her, biting her lip, "Be obedient."

Zoe Bell’s heart raced uncontrollably, and following his words, she gently wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Do you listen to everything I say?"

"Such a good girl."

These words, with a laugh, seemed meant to tease her. Zoe Bell frowned, wanting to escape, yet she couldn’t break free.

The heat on her lips felt almost scorching.

Something was gradually going out of control. Zoe Bell restrained herself, preventing a broken voice from spilling from the corner of her mouth.

When they parted, Zoe Bell felt her legs go weak and could only steady herself by holding his shoulders.

"Can’t stand steady?" William Hale teased her mischievously.

"It’s because my leg was injured."

Zoe Bell defended stubbornly.

William Hale nodded without exposing her, simply reaching out to stroke her hair, "The soundproofing in my office is quite good."

The implication was:

Don’t hold back,

even if you scream, it doesn’t matter.

Zoe Bell felt dizzy from his words.

However, after such a long intimate moment, Zoe Bell noticed her clothes were disheveled, while he still looked neatly dressed.

The more she knew him, the more she realized that underneath William Hale’s seemingly serious appearance, there was a hidden wild side.

William Hale, who hadn’t eaten, insisted on taking Zoe Bell home.

"Do you not have work?"

"Don’t feel like working."

"You should still eat."

"Let’s eat at home!"

"..."

With internal exhilaration, William had no inclination to work overtime. Zac Cruz, driving the car, observed his boss’s sudden change in attitude and muttered to himself:

Married men change their faces faster than flipping a book.

It’s all thanks to the wife.

Moreover, something about the atmosphere between the two seemed off.

Especially when the car stopped at Yarden, the boss seemed particularly eager, quickly leading his wife out of the car without understanding what the rush was.

The moment the door was opened, William Hale pressed her against the wall, his kiss about to land, when suddenly a voice sounded...

"I guess I shouldn’t be here."

At the sound from inside the house, Zoe Bell’s face turned pale from fright, her breath catching, and instinctively she reached out.

In one motion,

she pushed William Hale away!

"Wyatt Hale!" William Hale bit out, the words almost squeezed through his teeth.

Wyatt Hale was baffled.

He had an activity at school that evening, and since the day before, his grandparents, sensing something off with their eldest grandson, had asked him to check in.

After knocking for a long time with no response,

he knew the door code, having lived here during high school, and thought to rest inside before leaving...

Little did he know he would stumble upon such a provocative scene.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I was just passing by, um..." Wyatt Hale scratched his head, already terrified by his older brother’s stern look, "I’ll be going now."

"Don’t go, stay a bit longer," Zoe Bell regained her composure.

"I haven’t eaten yet."

"Your brother hasn’t eaten either, let’s have something together."

His sister-in-law’s cooking was delicious, and naturally, he wanted to stay, but his brother’s gaze was murderous.

As a result, Zoe Bell went to heat up the food, and Wyatt Hale stuck close behind her like a shadow.

William Hale was speechless, couldn’t he see he wasn’t welcome? Still clinging on to eat at the house without a shred of tact.

During this time, Wyatt Hale received a message from his grandfather:

[Young Hale, how are things going?]

[Grandpa, rest assured, their love is very strong, you should worry about your own grandson.] Wyatt Hale didn’t understand why his grandfather was so concerned.

They were clearly very affectionate.

They were already getting intimate at the door...

Though he was young and had seen some things, that person was his usually very serious and stern elder brother.

Frankly, it was a bit shocking!

Old Sir Hale: [What’s wrong with you?]

[If I don’t return to the old house to sleep tonight, it’s definitely because my brother has silenced me.]