Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 185 Kiss her, have been wanting to do this for a while

Chapter 185: 185 Kiss her, have been wanting to do this for a while

Hannah Johnson didn’t go home, but drove to a nearby area at the foot of the mountains. It was late at night, no one was around, only half of the moon in the sky, sprinkling specks of silver light.

From here, one could see the night view of Capital City.

The lights were warm, the neon dazzling.

The night was cold, and Hannah had dressed too lightly, just having choked a few times on smoke. Now, there seemed to be a faint redness remaining at the corners of her eyes, but a few sips of alcohol had warmed her up.

"Want a drink?" Hannah offered the red wine to the person beside her.

"No, thanks."

Hannah just smiled, drank nearly half the bottle, leaned against the car, and tilted her head to look at him, "Don’t you think that, sometimes, being alive feels quite meaningless?"

The man didn’t speak.

"You might have heard some things about our family, actually, last time at the hospital, I wasn’t sick, but was cut by my father’s knife."

"Just as one wound healed, another formed."

"You tell yourself it doesn’t matter, don’t mind, he’s irrelevant, but after all, he’s not a stranger."

...

Very few people knew about the incidents that had happened recently; she had no one to confide in.

Since she wasn’t very close to him anyway, she might as well treat him like an emotional dumpster.

Hannah talked for a while, then received a call from William Hale.

"Calling me so late?"

"Did I disturb your rest?" William had also just finished his work.

"No."

William asked about his grandma’s current situation before getting to the point, wanting to discuss with her how to handle this year’s anniversary of their mother’s passing, as they always gathered at the Hugh Family’s old house in past years.

This year was different.

"I will ask Grandma about it."

William and his father had wanted to visit the Old Lady, but she didn’t want to see them.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, more like she didn’t know how to face them.

"Have you been drinking?" William was always very astute.

"Can you tell?"

"Yeah." William’s tone was unreadable, "Drink less."

"Got it."

"Do you want me to come over and keep you company?"

"No need!" Hannah declined very quickly.

William slightly furrowed his brow, "Is someone with you?"

"A friend is here."

The Puppy’s eyes twinkled, staring at the bottle in her hand.

"Just an ordinary friend, you don’t know him."

The two talked for a bit longer before Hannah ended the call. Recently, her cousin had been talking a lot on the phone with her, quite unnecessarily verbose compared to the usual few seconds in past calls.

This man, tough on the outside, soft on the inside.

He was obviously worried about her, yet again, he never said it out loud.

Meanwhile, after hanging up, William remained silent for a long time. Zoe Bell had just finished bathing and was applying facial skincare products, she noticed his silence and frowned, "Did something happen to Sis?"

"Something’s odd."

"What do you mean?"

The matter involving Liam Hugh, both families had kept it under wraps; anyone who could stay by her side at such a time must be someone she truly trusted.

Why then did she emphasize just an "ordinary friend"?

Yet facing Zoe’s suspicion, William only smiled, "There’s trouble at home, so it’s normal for her to be feeling down."

——

On the other hand

After hanging up, Hannah took a sip of wine and glanced again at the Puppy beside her.

He was quietly keeping her company. He was dressed in a dark outfit overlaid with a long coat, which made him look much more mature compared to before.

His gaze was direct and eager.

"Really not drinking?"

The Puppy nodded.

"You won’t even drink with me, then why did you come out with me?"

He remained silent still.

"You’re not talking, not doing anything, it feels quite strange."

Hannah gripped the wine bottle, smiled with a curved lip, "Has anyone ever told you that you’re really handsome?"

"Do you like this face?"

He slowly leaned in.

"Yes, I do. If I didn’t like it, why would I have brought you home before..."

Hannah was cut off mid-sentence as the man suddenly stepped closer, his unfamiliar presence invading fiercely and directly. She had been drinking, and even though her brain realized what was happening, her body was a half-beat slow.

The next second,

The man lowered his head and kissed her.

Their breaths intertwined, the wind in the mountains rushing past their ears. In that moment, Hannah felt all the warmth rush to her face.

His lips,

Hot, soft, causing one’s heart to flutter.

Hannah stiffened, her mind exploding like a burst of thunder, her vision blurring...

What is this tawny puppy doing?

Kissing her?

It’s a bit too bold.

He didn’t dare rush forward, it seemed like he was testing, and his body slowly pressed closer as she leaned against the car, the car’s body cold, but the man in front, burning hot.

She might have drunk alcohol, her body soft, somewhat unstable.

His hand suddenly gripped her waist, lifting her entire body against his...

Holding tight,

Between their bodies, no space left.

At that moment, the moon hid behind the clouds.

The surroundings instantly dimmed.

Unable to see anything, the sensation on her lips became even clearer.

Hannah Johnson’s hand still clutching the wine bottle tightened, her knuckles turning pale until the heat on her lips faded, then she finally breathed a sigh of relief, her hand gradually regaining color.

He moved away from her lips, but his body did not withdraw.

Their breathing overlapped.

Entangled, ambiguous,

A touch that was close yet distant,

This feeling was even more intense than before.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you."

Hannah unconsciously pursed her lips.

A kiss, making Hannah’s mind feel as if it had rusted, wasn’t it obvious? It was also an unnecessary question.

The place she had been kissed felt as if flames were roaring.

Burning like fire.

Just now, he said he wouldn’t say or do anything,

But now, he had done everything.

At that moment, the moon emerged from the clouds, their gazes met, the air seemed to freeze at that moment, her lips very red, her eyes moist and slightly surprised.

The man looked at her, "Actually, the night I went home with you, I wanted to do this."

Hannah clenched her teeth.

This was indeed not just a plain tawny puppy.

Definitely a wolf!

It’s over.

Did she let a wolf into her home that night?

"Are you afraid?" the tawny puppy stared at her, "Is this your first kiss?"

Hannah’s breath tightened, and she bit her lip, "No!"

At a time like this, she couldn’t show weakness!

"Want to continue drinking?"

"No more!"

At that moment, both Hannah’s body and mind felt heated, and her mind was a mess; drinking more would probably set her ablaze.

"Then let’s go home."

"..."

After getting into the car, Hannah sat in the passenger seat, the tawny puppy naturally buckled her seatbelt, the motion adept and natural, as if they were very familiar.

It dawned on her, what does ’let’s go home’ mean?

She was going home!

With music playing in the car, they were halfway when it began to drizzle, Hannah, already exhausted from recent events, had drunk and her mind was fuzzy, her thoughts scrambled by his kiss.

**

The next day

Hannah was woken by a phone call, she instinctively reached for her phone by the bed, found it not in its usual place, her mind a whirl, recalled last night in a daze, that tawny puppy had asked her for the front door code...

She suddenly sat up.

Realizing she was still in her clothes from last night, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the incident, she often felt disoriented, as if she couldn’t tell what year it was.

Her phone was charging on the other side, but the tawny puppy was nowhere to be seen.

She rubbed her temples with a headache.

Recalling last night’s kiss, she gritted her teeth:

Seriously neglectful!

What kind of illusion made her think that was just an innocent puppy?

Hannah thought, like last time, he had already left, but when she came out of the bedroom, she saw that the man had not left; he was cooking in the kitchen.

"Awake?" he looked at her, tilting his head.

"You didn’t leave?"

"Last night, you told me not to go," he said earnestly.

"Did I say that?" Hannah had fallen asleep later, half-dreaming, barely remembering anything.

"Yeah, I said I have class tomorrow, you then told me not to go to school, that you’d take care of me." the tawny puppy looked at her with those bright, clear, harmless eyes.

His gaze seemed to say:

Do you really want to abandon me now?