Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 188 Sister, do you not want me anymore? (2 more updates)

Chapter 188: 188 Sister, do you not want me anymore? (2 more updates)

Isaac Shea gently caressed the purple sand cup in his hand and said softly, "No."

But that expression...

It was extremely unnatural.

There seemed to be some unspeakable secret.

The sharp-witted members of the Hale Family could all tell that he probably had something inconvenient to say.

"It seems you are also usually too busy," the Old Lady said with a smile, skipping over the topic, "You look quite young, twenty-three or four?"

"Twenty-seven."

Hannah Johnson gritted her teeth.

He was actually already 27. It was indeed his face that was deceptive, making her always think he was just a college student.

Perhaps it was because he had never left campus, not tainted with the societal air, making him look young.

"You look pretty young, I thought you were around Wyatt’s age," Zoe Bell exclaimed, "Well, since you’re a teaching assistant, you can’t be that young."

"Sis, how can he be so good-looking and look so well-behaved?"

Hannah Johnson muttered through gritted teeth, "It’s all an illusion."

"What?"

"Nothing, just feeling a bit hungry."

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The Hale Family dinner started quickly, and it was Isaac Shea’s first visit to the Old House of the Hale Family, so everyone naturally gave him extra attention.

Particularly Simon Hale, who treated this teacher with utmost deference.

He said he was very impressive, and he respected him in his heart.

Finn Hale found it uninteresting. He took a work call midway, so he left early at the end of the meal, causing the old man to frown unhappily, "Only he is busy, rushing even when eating."

"Better say less," the Old Lady kicked him under the table.

After all, there were outsiders, best to save some face for her son.

Leaving right after the meal was also not polite.

Hannah Johnson signaled for William Hale to come out with her.

Once they were in the garden, she mentioned that their grandmother wanted to organize a memorial service for their aunt.

"I have no objections, let her arrange it."

William Hale looked at her, "How have you been lately?"

"Fine, quite good."

"You didn’t eat much tonight."

"..."

Hannah Johnson couldn’t eat because she saw Isaac Shea.

It was driving her insane.

"I’ve been on a diet recently," Hannah Johnson said offhandedly.

"Dieting everyday, then getting hungry and ordering takeout at midnight?" William Hale raised an eyebrow.

"Your mouth really is annoying. Hurry up and leave, don’t be a sore sight for me," Hannah Johnson dismissed him, and William Hale didn’t stay long.

Once he left, Hannah Johnson finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What in the world was this karmic bond!

He was actually Simon Hale’s teacher? Judging from how they got along, their relationship must be both as teacher and as friend.

Truly annoying.

She sighed deeply, turned around, and saw Isaac Shea standing not far away. Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the cassia tree branches, casting mottled and misty light on him.

He walked straight toward her. Normally bold, Hannah Johnson now felt fear and unconsciously looked around her.

"What are you doing?" she said in a hushed voice, making sure William Hale had gone far.

"I have something to tell you."

"Come with me."

Hannah Johnson signaled him to follow her deeper into the garden. Walking briskly, she turned her head and saw the leisurely pace of the person behind her, her heart tightened.

What’s going on?

Are you here for a stroll in the garden?

What if we are seen?

Hannah Johnson grabbed his hand and hurriedly moved to a secluded spot before she gritted her teeth and said, "Are you lying to me?"

"I didn’t lie to you."

"You are not a student."

"I never told you that I was a student."

"..."

Hannah Johnson remembered she had asked him before; he hadn’t denied it, but hadn’t confirmed it either.

Harmless?

He was clearly a dog with a mind full of tricks!

Hannah Johnson felt annoyed, noticing she was still holding his wrist. She tried to let go, but he suddenly grasped it tightly, leaned down slightly, and looked at her with drooping eyes, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Do you care about me?"

"..."

Hannah Johnson frowned, trying to shake off his hand.

But unexpectedly, the wrist of the tea-colored puppy suddenly tightened, and she stumbled unprepared. If she hadn’t reached out to support herself against his chest, she would have probably fallen into his arms.

His pleasant and clean scent invaded her senses again.

Her body tensed as she felt him lean in close, his breath falling on her ear...

His breathing was slow,

yet the warmth spread like fire.

"Don’t move, it’s very easy for others to see us."

Hannah Johnson clenched her teeth.

She had never realized before that this kid was so scheming.

"Do the words you told me before still count?"

"What words?" Hannah looked around, making sure no one was nearby, feeling slightly at ease.

When she looked up, their eyes met.

The breaking wind sounds around them, in an extremely quiet environment, she felt as if she could hear the shallow breaths of both.

So close,

uncomfortably hot.

Isaac Shea looked down at her, his lips so close they almost brushed her ear, his voice even deeper...

The atmosphere became intensely intimate.

Leaning close to her ear, he said, "I want to be with you."

"Even without a title or status."

His breath blew across her face,

scorching her heart into a tingling numbness.

Hannah Johnson had thought it impossible for him to accept it, and now knowing that he was an assistant professor at a university, with a respectable status and a promising future, it seemed even less likely for him to engage in this clandestine relationship with her.

Why was he still willing?

Surprised, Hannah Johnson saw Isaac Shea simply smiling at her, "You seem surprised."

"You don’t need to entangle with me..."

Isaac Shea was such a catch,

fully capable of having a healthy relationship.

Hannah Johnson bluntly said, "You can find a better girl and have a proper relationship."

"Aren’t you good enough?"

"..."

"I think you are very good, I really like you."

"I’m older than you."

"When you brought me back to your place, treating me like a student, did you ever consider that?" Knowing about the age difference wasn’t new to her today.

Hannah Johnson was taken aback.

Indeed, his intelligence and logical reasoning were particularly clear.

Leaving her speechless.

If he didn’t know Simon Hale, it wouldn’t matter, but knowing they’ve been acquaintances since childhood, it felt like crossing a line for Hannah Johnson, making her uncomfortable.

Noticing her hesitation, his fingers suddenly grabbed her waist.

Suddenly tightening, her whole body completely pressed against him.

Soft as if boneless.

Hannah Johnson dared not move; his breath mixed with scorching heat fell on her face, seeping into her heart, making her heartbeat even more intensely as if to numb her.

The breaths overlap, pressing against each other...

He bowed his head, his forehead almost touching hers, his breath becoming thick and burning.

"Do you regret this, not wanting me anymore?"

"Sister—"

That tone, gentle, like flirtation.

The breath moist and hot, the voice beguiling.

Especially that look, dewy and seemingly harmless, Hannah Johnson knew well he was a scheming green-tea person, yet she couldn’t help but feel a tremor in her heart, especially when he actually called her...

Sister?

For some reason, it made her heart melt halfway.

Many people called her sister,

but none had ever made her feel this way.

In the dim and blurry environment, her entire being was confined within a dark and dim small circle, bodies pressing close, the posture restrained yet unmistakably intimate.

Shaking her heart as if to lose her soul.

That look, watching her, seemed to say:

As long as you wish, I could be your puppy alone.