Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 138 I want you, will you give it?

Chapter 138: 138 I want you, will you give it?

During his business trip these past few days, William Hale’s addiction to cigarettes intensified. He occasionally couldn’t resist smoking one, his head slightly lowered, his thoughts unknown, the cigarette between his fingers flickering in the cool breeze.

In Zoe Bell’s memory, he seldom smoked.

The sight of him, head bowed, cigarette dangling from his lips...

There was an indescribable allure.

As he looked up, their eyes met. With a pinch of his fingers, he extinguished the cigarette, and the embers scattered.

With a casual wave of his hand, he dispersed the smoke around him.

His cousin had texted that she would be down in at least ten more minutes. Driven by his craving, he had smoked a cigarette. As Zoe approached, William frowned, "I smell of smoke."

"I don’t mind," she replied.

Zoe knew quitting smoking wasn’t easy.

"It’s chilly, so I brought you a coat."

A trench coat.

It was the one Wyatt Hale had once given her to wear. The size was too large for her, giving her an awkward appearance.

"I want to go to the supermarket at the entrance to buy some yogurt," Zoe said, noting there were none left at home.

"I remember you bought quite a lot before."

"Wyatt has been coming over more often recently."

Meaning, Wyatt Hale had drunk all of it.

Whenever William was not at home, someone always came over, unabashedly scrounging food and drinks, and sometimes even taking things away.

The two walked side by side towards the exit of the complex, provoking Hannah Johnson upstairs to cluck her tongue repeatedly:

This blockhead, hold hands, will you!

She had hoped to see a more intimate scene between this couple, but they were unexpectedly harmonious.

Really dull.

From such a distance, are they dating or talking about work?

—

In the 24-hour supermarket

When the two appeared, they immediately caught the attention of the night shift staff, looking excessively superior. Zoe was wrapped in a men’s trench coat, selecting items in front of the refrigerated shelf, while Wyatt stood by with a shopping basket waiting for her.

Their appearance was harmonious and well-matched.

It was already past eleven at night, and there were few people in the supermarket.

"Do you prefer strawberry or peach?" Zoe was choosing flavors.

"Either is fine," he replied.

Wyatt Hale didn’t care for yogurt, "If you like them, you can buy more."

"There’s an expiration date, can’t stock up too much."

Zoe grabbed some yogurts and put them in the shopping basket, all strawberry flavored while Wyatt bowed his head.

She also picked out a few snacks. As she was preparing to checkout, her phone vibrated. Hannah Johnson had sent her some documents, summaries of her past experiences running an online store.

Zoe was looking intently at her phone, not noticing when Wyatt, during the checkout, grabbed a few boxes from the shelf beside the cashier and casually tossed them into the basket.

He did so without a sideways glance, staying composed.

The cashier paused for a few seconds upon seeing this.

Buying so many boxes at once?

She glanced at Zoe again, who was still looking down at her phone. Zoe was naturally slender, and standing beside Wyatt in the oversized coat, she looked even more petite.

Can her small frame handle it?

**

When the two arrived home, Zoe naturally took the plastic bag from his hands and began placing the yogurts in the refrigerator. She had just taken out two cans when her eyes fell on a small box inside...

At that moment, footsteps approached from behind.

Standing beside her,

the scent of wood mixed with a faint smell of smoke, like a spark suddenly ignited.

Zoe felt the air inside heat up.

When had he bought this thing?

"Do you want a yogurt?" she asked, handing him a bottle, trying to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere, but Wyatt Hale wrapped his arms around her waist, "Don’t feel like it."

"Then you want to..."

Zoe’s words were cut off as Wyatt lowered his head and kissed her, "I smoked.

"I know," she replied.

"Do you mind kissing?"

Zoe had just shaken her head when he sealed her lips with his.

His palm pressed tightly against her lower back, pulling her close, their bodies instantly aligning.

The rapid breathing and chaotic heartbeat intertwined, dizzying her.

He was restrained at first, until...

Zoe kissed him back.

The kiss spiraled out of control.

"Missed me these past few days?" His voice was husky, irresistibly enticing.

"Not at all!" Zoe bit back.

Wyatt chuckled softly, "Tough talker."

Then he kissed her more deeply.

The scalding breath pressed against her ear and said, "You are so soft when kissed."

That single sentence caused Zoe Bell’s passions to surge, her face turning bright red.

Her ears even felt numb from the heat.

Was he...

Flirting?

This was William Hale, usually so serious and proper that hearing such words from him, the extreme contrast, made breathing even harder for her.

She felt weak in the knees from the kiss, dropping the yogurt she held in her hands to the ground as she tightly grasped the clothes at his waist.

Clasping tightly around his waist.

In a nearby cage, Sweetbean, who had been asleep, woke up at the noise and took a look around.

Then turned and sprawled out in its bed again.

Just as she felt like she could no longer stand, she felt a tight grip around her waist, and he lifted her up, sitting her on a nearby tall cabinet which was the perfect height for kissing.

After kissing for a while longer, William Hale moved away from her lips, kissing her forehead.

There was no breeze inside the room, and Zoe Bell, still in her windbreaker, felt overheated.

"Feeling hot?" William Hale observed her, "You’re sweating."

"I’m going to take a shower."

Zoe Bell jumped down from the cabinet and ran toward the bathroom, his low chuckle trailing behind her.

Her mind was filled with the several little boxes inside the convenience bag,

She was going crazy.

Too hasty, she grabbed some undergarments and dove into the bathroom, lingering there for a long time before planning to come out, only then realizing she hadn’t taken a nightgown. She called through the door for William Hale to get one from the wardrobe for her.

Then a cheongsam landed in her hands.

The very one she wore during the day, which he had disliked.

After the shower, late at night, was he really asking her to wear a cheongsam?

What was he thinking!

"I said a nightgown," Zoe Bell emphasized.

"Wear this first, I want to see."

"..."

Zoe Bell wasn’t dumb, and only now did she understand why he didn’t want her wearing this outfit out.

She felt her face burning again.

There were originally two bathrobes in the bathroom, but since they were washed and not replaced by Nanny Parker – and Zoe Bell, busy with her online store, had forgotten to put them back – if she didn’t wear this dress, she would have had to wrap herself in a bath towel.

This outfit was originally chosen for meeting the parents—conservative in its design and not revealing at all.

Her hair half-dried, she walked out of the bathroom to find William Hale sitting on the bed bench in the bedroom.

In the dim light,

his gaze was wolfish, fervent with a thick hint of possession.

Perhaps due to just having taken a shower, her face was flushed from the steam, making her look freshly tender.

"Are you scared?" William Hale stood and walked toward her.

"No."

She was stubborn, but the closer he approached, the more Zoe Bell couldn’t help but back away.

"Scared of what I might do to you?"

With limited space in the bedroom, after retreating a few steps, Zoe Bell found herself pressed against the corner, while the man in front advanced right towards her, his imposing figure cornering her.

"I’m not scared..."

Zoe Bell always tried not to show weakness, but she couldn’t hide it, William Hale watching her, his lips slightly curving as he teased her, "If I say I want you, would you comply?"

He had intended to bully her.

Zoe Bell’s personality, at times, needed a bit of provocation.

Yet he hadn’t expected Zoe Bell to look up, gaze at him seriously and say, "I can."

This time,

it was William Hale who was taken aback.

A chord in his mind seemed to suddenly snap, his rationality starting to crumble.

"Zoe Bell, do you know what you’re saying?"

They were both adults, already married, and she had been prepared for some matters, especially since she was sure of her affection for William Hale.

So, she chuckled softly, "Mr. Hale, are you scared?"

Her voice was seductive, her lips curving up, even slightly challenging.

In that moment,

William Hale’s remaining rationality was crushed into dust.

All restraint and reason evaporated as he reached out, pulled her into his embrace, his arm’s veins slightly bulging, and as he bent down to kiss her, he tore open the pearl buttons on her cheongsam...

The pearls fell to the ground, clattering.

Zoe Bell’s breath hitched.

"This is a dress my grandma gave me, don’t ruin it."

"It’s okay... if it’s ruined, I’ll buy you another."

"It’s not the same." It was personally chosen by her grandma, holding a different meaning from anything he could buy.

William Hale didn’t care about that.

His composed and serious façade was completely torn aside.