Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 163, like a fire went out, brown puppy

Chapter 163: 163, like a fire went out, brown puppy

Eyes met, entangled momentarily.

In his eyes, there seemed to be confusion, his irises a light brown, glistening under the crystal light with a trace of brilliant starlight.

Hannah thought to herself:

The Creator is indeed biased.

He was given a handsome face, such beautiful eyes, and hair that looked so soft to touch.

She had just withdrawn her gaze when she heard a soft call from behind, "Sister."

William was there.

"You’ve been drinking, I should take you home."

"Don’t you have a social engagement?"

"Old clients, it’s no bother."

William carried an air of frost, exceptionally eye-catching wherever he went. His intense presence silenced the group who were chatting merrily moments ago. They watched as he walked away before anyone dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Didn’t Mr. Hale just go in? How come he’s out again? That scared me."

"He’s sending his cousin home."

"That one just now is the Hugh Family’s eldest daughter, Hannah—she’s fearsomely formidable. She drove her own father out of their home and supposedly led people to smash up his mistress’s place, leaving him penniless now."

"She’s really beautiful, and currently the only daughter of the Hugh family."

"What’s the use of that? Looking around Capital City, who would dare to marry her and not value his life?"

"Apparently, there’s been no talk of her with anyone, given her strong personality, most men can’t handle her."

"Seems she dated someone during school, but it’s unclear afterward. Maybe she has someone, but people of our status can’t know these deeper details."

"Exactly, just like Mr. Hale, wasn’t he secretly dating a dancer?"

"Maybe she has a boyfriend too."

"..."

The man sitting nearby, head slightly lowered, seemed utterly uninterested in their conversation.

-

After getting into the car, Hannah rested her cheek on her hand and looked out the window, "You don’t really want to take me home, you want to see your wife, right?"

The Hugh family’s old mansion was quite far from Yarden, where Zoe often stayed overnight with the Old Lady Hugh.

William remained silent, which was as good as admitting it.

"Lately, because I kicked that man out of the company, some ignorant people have been bothering Grandma, hoping she would maintain the status quo; and some relatives wanted to play peacemaker. Grandma couldn’t stand it, so she’s planning to go out with my mom to get some air in a few days."

"They really love to meddle; our family’s matters,"

Hannah yawned, "Don’t worry, no one can snatch your wife away."

"What about you when Grandma and Auntie are out?"

"Me?" Hannah felt helpless, "I was picked up from a trash can, naturally, I would go back to my own home."

William didn’t speak.

With the Hugh family facing so many issues recently, Hannah knew he was worried about her, so she smiled and said, "If you’re worried about me, I can move into your place too."

Facing her teasing, William’s voice softened:

"Who was that man you were staring at just now?"

"..."

Hannah was at a loss for words.

That’s why she didn’t like this cousin of hers; he was really no fun.

"Sister, you’re not thinking about falling in love, are you?"

Hannah looked toward the car window, "I suddenly feel like getting a dog, is that okay?"

Getting a dog?

William fell silent:

It seems she’s preparing to open a zoo at home.

When they arrived at the old mansion, Zoe was accompanying Old Lady Hugh in watching a drama series. Seeing William, her heart naturally rejoiced. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they proceeded to the garden at the back, which was on the way to the bedroom.

The sky was moonless, a cool breeze blew, and the shadow of the trees obscured the light, casting the environment into a dim and secluded state.

"Weren’t you busy with a social engagement tonight? How come you’re free to come here?"

As Zoe was speaking, her wrist was suddenly gripped tight.

Unprepared, she was pulled into his embrace.

His palms were shockingly warm, and his inherently aggressive features became even more oppressive and hazardous in such an environment, "Zoe Bell, do you have a heart?"

"How can I not have a heart?"

"Don’t you miss me?"

His voice was low and intense, demanding attention.

Zoe Bell always felt somewhat shy about matters of love; William Hale, seeing through her thoughts, chuckled softly:

"Zoe—"

"You wouldn’t take it for granted once you’ve got it, would you?"

Zoe Bell’s brows furrowed deeply.

That statement,

where had she ever not cherished him.

Just as she was about to retort with her face uplifted, William had already leaned in and kissed her.

The autumn night was cool, and the heat from the corners of his lips was scorching.

It felt like a spark had entered her body, making her feel as if she were on fire from head to toe.

His palm rested on her lower back, and as their bodies pressed close, she trembled, "Not here?"

"Hmm?"

He bowed his head, his breath brushing against the tip of her nose.

Light and fervent.

"Someone might come."

"No, they won’t."

In this regard, William was always particularly assertive, leaving her feeling defenseless.

As they breathed, intertwined,

his rough fingertips wandered across her waist, igniting her body as if it were aflame. The heat generated by his touch spread throughout her limbs, continuously pounding at her chest.

Whenever he wished, he could easily strip her of her rationality.

Leaving her to his control.

Zoe’s body went limp, leaning weakly against him, clutching the clothes at his waist, "Let’s go back to the room."

"Shall I carry you?"

"No need, I’ll be fine shortly."

She needed a moment to gather herself.

To be carried back to the room?

Although the Hugh Family’s servants were few, it was inevitable that they might be seen. William stretched out a hand to smooth her hair, his voice carrying a laugh, its cadence like a enticing hook, as he stared at her, his face full of adoration.

"Let’s hurry." Zoe grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.

Once the door closed,

natural intimacy ensued.

After they left, from beneath a nearby tree, Hannah Johnson finally popped her head out, barely holding in her discomfort.

She had always been curious about how these two, one quiet and shy and the other reserved and taciturn, got along. It turned out her cousin was quite the dark horse in private.

It wasn’t like they only saw each other once every ten days; did they need to be so clingy?

Old Lady Hugh and Yumi Johnson would be out for a heart-easing trip in two days, and Hannah often went to Zoe’s place for meals but never intruded on their world for two.

Only when she returned to her own home did she suddenly feel a bit lonely.

That’s why sometimes, when she met friends or attended social events, she would intentionally return home late.

That day, after meeting with a few good friends, she indulged in a few extra drinks, visited the restroom to splash her face with cold water, and still felt woozy.

She took a deep breath, took out her phone, and prepared to sneakily order a rideshare.

She was so focused on her phone that she didn’t notice someone approaching and nearly bumped into them.

She hastily stepped back, and her bag fell to the ground.

Unsteady on her feet, she nearly fell but was steadied by a sudden supportive hand on her lower back.

A stranger’s breath suddenly neared, and Hannah tensed up.

"What’s the matter? Can’t you watch where you’re going?" The other person had also had a bit to drink, and their tone was unpleasant.

"Sorry."

Behind her, a man’s voice rang out, soft and gentle.

"Watch your girlfriend!" the other person huffed coldly.

Hannah, slowed by the alcohol, only heard the man behind her quietly say, "Alright."

She frowned slightly, what?

Girlfriend!

Turning around, she looked at the face of the man behind her and paused in shock.

Wasn’t this...

The puppy with the tea-colored eyes from a few days ago?