Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 156 Getting Intimate in the Car, Teaching Her Hand by Hand (2nd Update)

Chapter 156: 156 Getting Intimate in the Car, Teaching Her Hand by Hand (2nd Update)

Kyle Lowe saw them leave and, concerned, followed them out. He then stood guard outside and after about half an hour, he saw his master’s figure.

William Hale usually didn’t come to such places, as he wasn’t a member.

He had forced his way in.

Although the security personnel at the door didn’t recognize him, judging by his bearing, they knew he was not someone to mess with. They feigned an obstruction, "Sir, you are not a member here, we can’t let you in!"

Dressed in a dark gray suit, with cold eyes and a sharp chill about him, as if draped in frost and snow, the manager hurried over and seemed to recognize him, smiling ingratiatingly, "Mr. Hale, what brings you here?"

"Looking for someone," he replied.

Instantly, the noisy bar seemed as if someone had hit the pause button.

Even the blasting music stopped.

Everyone examined this man who was so out of place in the environment.

Zoe Bell was having a drink with Hannah Johnson, tilting her head, "Sis, why did the music stop?"

Hannah Johnson, caressing her glass, leaned in and whispered:

"Because your husband has arrived."

"What?"

Just as Zoe turned her head, she met a pair of eyes filled with coldness. William Hale looked at them, "It’s late, time to go home."

"You guys go ahead, I’ll wait a bit longer." Hannah wasn’t drunk; she knew that once back home, in front of her mother, she’d need to contain all her emotions.

William Hale understood her and didn’t insist.

Hannah watched as her cousin took off his coat and draped it over Zoe’s shoulders, bending over to carefully pick her up with tenderness.

"Drank too much?" William’s voice was deep.

"No," Zoe shook her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked back at Hannah.

"You guys go," Hannah waved at them.

Watching them leave, she sighed. Suddenly, she felt a sense of loneliness, having witnessed her parents go from loving each other to loathing each other’s presence...

Until they were physically fighting nowadays.

Is love reliable?

At least in her case, it deserved a question mark.

With the effort spent on love, it was better to earn more money.

Men will betray you, but money won’t.

Besides, they say money can’t buy happiness, but that must be because it’s not enough money.

**

The car sped through the streets at night, the streetlights casting fleeting glimmers across the windows. Zoe, having had a drink but not severely drunk, sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing at the driver.

She felt...

William Hale was a bit upset.

Because she drank?

The light and shadows on his face made it hard to discern his expression.

Until the car entered the underground parking lot of Yarden. At this time, the parking lot was eerily quiet.

"Mr. Hale, are you angry?" Zoe looked at him, unbuckling her seatbelt.

As long as he wanted to hide it, it was difficult for others to gauge his emotions, but William’s voice was husky, "Zoe, you said you would wait for me at home, but then..."

His tone carried a hint of reproach.

Zoe paused, she had indeed said those words when he left in the morning.

She pursed her lips. Cooing someone wasn’t her forte.

But based on her years of watching dramas, a kiss generally did the trick, so she leaned over the console, reaching forward to plant a kiss on his face.

"How’s that? Still mad?"

Her voice was coquettishly sweet, as if it could melt someone’s bones.

"A kiss on the cheek? Is that your way of coaxing?" William raised an eyebrow.

Clearly unsatisfied with the kiss.

After being so intimate, just a kiss was nothing, but just as Zoe pecked his lips, William suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbing her waist...

Pulling her to sit on his lap.

Her back against the steering wheel triggered the horn, its sound startling her in the silent parking lot.

The driver’s seat,

too narrow.

This position,

too close, too intimate.

"What are you doing?" Zoe’s breaths were hot with alcohol.

"No one’s here."

"..."

Was this really a matter of whether someone was around?

This was a car, and not his private parking lot! She glanced around instinctively.

"Don’t worry, the windows are tinted. Even if someone passes by, they won’t see you," he reassured.

Before Zoe could speak again, she was silenced by his kiss.

Even though William adjusted the back of the seat, in such a cramped space,

there was virtually no space between them.

Especially the metal buckle on his belt, somewhat uncomfortable.

Honestly,

William Hale, usually so proper and serious,

That’s why at times like these, Zoe always found him especially unbearable.

Just like now,

even though he sensed her discomfort.

"Had to say it, ’Did I irritate you? Do it yourself then.’"

Honestly, Zoe Bell couldn’t unbuckle a belt.

Watching her frown helplessly, William Hale chuckled softly.

He seemed to be in an especially good mood.

Clearly, he was just teasing her for fun, looking for some joy.

What? Am I your clown or something?

Zoe Bell simply gave up and didn’t bother anymore.

Later,

he patiently showed her how.

Zoe Bell knew clearly that she couldn’t avoid it anymore that evening.

...

After all, they were in a car and William Hale was still cautious, it wasn’t a private parking lot, and if someone did pass by, his wife with her thin skin, might not talk to him for a month.

In the end, he still carried her in the elevator and they went home.

At the entrance hall and on the living room sofa...

She finally couldn’t escape the ordeal.

—

Meanwhile,

After Zoe Bell left, Hannah Johnson had two more drinks, wallowed in self-pity for a while, adjusted her mood, and as she was about to look for a designated driver, she saw Kyle Lowe walking towards her.

"Sir asked me to wait here for you."

Hannah Johnson knew it was her cousin’s arrangement and said nothing.

She handed over her car keys to him, and pointed in a direction, "My car is over there."

"Please wait a moment."

In the night of Capital City, the chilly autumn breeze blew, and although she had drunk some alcohol and felt warm, she couldn’t help but shiver in the cold wind.

Hannah Johnson wrapped her trench coat tighter, and noticed from the corner of her eye, not far away, a drunk sitting.

These days, outside a bar, it’s not rare to find drunken people.

The reason she noticed this man was that he...

Happened to have a handsome face.

It made everyone passing by involuntarily take a second look.

The key was,

That not only girls but also boys were checking him out.

Boys these days, they don’t know how to take care of themselves when they’re out and about.

Born with such looks, passing out outside, aren’t they afraid of being picked up by someone?

However, Hannah Johnson generally disliked meddling in others’ affairs, especially with a drunkard—that’s just asking for trouble. Her mood hadn’t been great recently, but she still frowned and alerted the security at the entrance.

If he isn’t a friend of that young man, don’t let strangers take him away.

When Kyle Lowe drove up, she got straight into the car and left.

Hannah Johnson slowly rolled down the window, feeling the cool breeze.

"It’s chilly, and you’ve had some drinks, be careful not to catch a cold," Kyle Lowe cautioned.

"Kyle Lowe," Hannah Johnson suddenly called his name.

"Do you need something?"

"How much does William pay you? I’ll double it, come work for me."

"..."

"He’s stiff and boring. You have better prospects with me," she thought.

Kyle Lowe felt that she was just bored, teasing him for fun, so he didn’t continue the conversation, but then she called him again, and he responded softly.

Hannah Johnson tilted her head to look at him, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"No."

"Oh, so you’re a single dog. Never mind then," she said.

Kyle Lowe was speechless, as if he himself weren’t single. Since Hannah Johnson had been drinking, she was somewhat tipsy. When she arrived home, unable to sleep, she dragged out Fanta who was already sleeping in his bed.

In the middle of the night, Yumi Johnson woke up to find her daughter hadn’t come home yet and frowned.

Just about to call her, she glanced at the living room...

Only to find her daughter sleeping in the cat’s bed.

Fanta, right next to her, sleeping on the floor.

—

The next morning, Zoe Bell, who had been tossed and turned all night, heard some rustling beside her, turned over, and burrowed deeper into the blankets, her voice muffled, "Are you going to work?"

"Not going."

"Hmm?" Zoe Bell slowly opened her eyes, "Is it a holiday?"

"A few days off for the National Day."

"Good, then I’ll sleep some more."

"You can’t sleep."

"Going to the old house?"

"My grandmother has returned and wants to meet you."

"..."

Zoe Bell suddenly opened her eyes wide and sat up straight in bed, making William Hale laugh, "Don’t rush, I haven’t set a specific time yet."

She then breathed a sigh of relief, recently so busy that she had forgotten about the old lady of the Hugh Family.

With such a big issue, it was time to head back.