Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 164 Homeless Puppy, Do You Want to Come Home with Me? (2 more updates)

Chapter 164: 164 Homeless Puppy, Do You Want to Come Home with Me? (2 more updates)

The man who had almost been hit was also staggering away, while Hannah Johnson was soaked in alcohol, looking at the person in front of her, her mind a whirlwind.

Why was it him again?

This was the third time, right?

What kind of fate it was to keep encountering him.

Was it all just a coincidence?

But her head was heavy now, so she didn’t have the energy to think it through.

Seeing him from such a close distance, she noticed that the man was truly handsome, with long eyelashes and bright eyes, his hair softly falling over his forehead like an obedient canine.

The corridor was dimly lit and hazy, and when their gazes intertwined, there was an indescribable intimacy in the air.

Hannah had just noticed that his hand was still on her waist, warm to the touch.

He had already withdrawn his hand,

acting restrained, distant, and polite.

"Miss, you aren’t hurt..."

He had not finished speaking when he bent down to help her pick up her bag from the floor.

Hannah’s head was also spinning, her body burning up, as she instinctively reached out—

and touched his hair.

Just like she would stroke Fanta at home,

she even gave it a couple of rubs.

This puppy’s fur...

was softer than she had imagined.

The man seemed stunned by her action, straightening up and looking at her in surprise.

Meanwhile, a voice was approaching, "Was Sister Hannah going to the restroom? Why has she been gone so long? She didn’t sneak off, did she?"

"Hard to say."

"But she has drunk quite a bit tonight, Sister Hannah has been in a bad mood recently. She doesn’t say it, but after all that happened at home, we should really accompany her well."

...

Hannah’s breath deepened as she looked around, trying to find a place to hide.

These drunk people, if they dragged her back, she feared she wouldn’t be able to return home tonight.

She darted toward a nearby storeroom.

She had just taken a step when her forearm tightened,

the small brown dog had grabbed her arm.

As her friends’ voices got closer, Hannah tried to break free, but the dog held on tight, seemingly unwilling to let go, which made her frown.

What’s going on?

Was it just because she had touched his head?

He shouldn’t be so clingy, should he?

As the footsteps neared, Hannah, with a flick of her heart, pulled him into the storeroom with her. The space was filled with disinfectants and cleaning equipment.

The passageway that could only fit one person suddenly became crowded as they both squeezed in.

"You..." the man tried to speak.

Hannah quickly placed her hand over his mouth, "Shh—" signaling him to be quiet.

The storage room was naturally not soundproof.

"Checked the restroom, no one’s there."

"She really ran off?"

"I was actually hoping to spend more time with her tonight. She got away quickly. I was even going to ask her what’s going on between Mr. Hale and that dancing girl?"

"What, you want to be Sister Hannah’s younger sibling?"

"I wouldn’t dare, just curious. Everyone thought they’d break up soon, but it seems they’re still living together."

Due to the alcohol, Hannah was already feeling overheated.

But now, the breath that fell on the back of her hand felt even hotter.

The storage room was pitch-black, making it impossible to see anything. The man’s mouth was covered, and as he exhaled through his nose, the breath landed unabated on her hand.

The breath was warm and humid.

He was very well-behaved, very quiet, not moving at all.

Being too close, Hannah could smell his scent, indescribable yet clean and pleasant.

His lips, barely touching her palm, were warm and soft.

Their bodies leaning slightly against each other,

though not close,

sparked a sense of intimacy.

Due to her family background, Hannah always deliberately kept a distance from men.

Busy making money, she really hadn’t been this close to any men before.

At this moment, she felt somewhat at a loss.

She should have just kicked that puppy away right then. It would have been better than dealing with such an awkward atmosphere now.

As the sounds outside gradually faded away, Hannah Johnson finally loosened her grip and suppressed her voice, "Why were you holding onto me just now?"

"I thought, to return your bag to you."

Only then did Hannah Johnson realize, he had picked up her bag for her.

At this moment, the two of them were a bit too close. When they spoke, their breaths entwined, hot and dizzying, making her head spin.

"You," Hannah Johnson, already bold and further emboldened by alcohol, spoke directly, "are you a college student?"

Because he did look quite young.

The man remained silent.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

Hannah Johnson secretly thought:

Good.

So this puppy still doesn’t have an owner.

She didn’t know what came over her, but she blurted out, "Do you want to come home with me?"

Her voice was coy and enticing after a few drinks,

and very seductive to listen to.

After she said it, she regretted it!

You’re done for!

What are you rambling about?

The kid before you is clearly still young, and you want to take him home?

Do you really want to keep him like a puppy?

He hadn’t said anything, and Hannah Johnson was inwardly annoyed. It was their first meeting, and she had tried to take him home; he must have been scared off, probably thinking of her as some weird, creepy sister.

The atmosphere grew even more awkward.

Just then, her phone suddenly vibrated, and the brightness of the screen illuminated his face even more clearly.

It was Grandma’s call.

It was a sort of rescue from such an awkward situation, saving her like a lifeline.

Hannah Johnson took a deep breath and answered, suppressing her voice, "Hello."

"Are you doing something sneaky?"

"..."

Hannah Johnson bit her lip, "No, I’m not."

"Aren’t you at home?"

"I’m out with friends."

"You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?"

"Just a little bit."

While on the call, Hannah Johnson slightly opened the door to check whether her friend had left yet.

"Eat on time, drink less. Your mother and I aren’t at home. If you get drunk, there’s no one to look after you. I’ll talk to Uncle King about hiring a live-in maid to cook for you. You need at least to eat regularly and healthily."

"I’ve already hired a maid who cooks quite well. You don’t have to worry about me; relax with Mom and stop worrying so much."

"I’m just looking out for you."

"Grandma, I know. I have to go now."

"Hannah, you..."

The old lady sighed deeply as she hung up the phone.

"What’s the matter?" Yumi Johnson looked at her mother-in-law sighing.

"That girl, she even pressed her voice down while talking as if she was sneaking around doing something bad behind our backs."

"With her boldness, I wouldn’t be surprised by anything she does."

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On the other side, the storage room door opened

With the fresh air streaming in, Hannah Johnson felt not sober but even more dazed.

She really drank too much tonight.

If not for the alcohol, she would never have said such a thing.

She slightly adjusted her clothes and turned with a smile to the man beside her, "Thank you for tonight. If we find another time, I will treat you to a meal."

After saying that, she prepared to take her bag from the man’s hand...

His fingers tightened, not loosening.

"My bag," Hannah Johnson reminded.

The man moved closer to her, appearing completely harmless. His tea-colored eyes were misty and lustrous as if washed by rain, and his voice was gentle:

"Didn’t you say... you wanted to take me home?"