Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 191 Living Together, Raising a Delicate Husband

Chapter 191: 191 Living Together, Raising a Delicate Husband

Hannah Johnson leaned against the table, her entire body pressed close, trapping her within his embrace, his warm breath just inches away, scorching yet tender against her face.

Their bodies were pressed together, dispelling the coolness of the autumn day, inexplicably adding a touch of warmth and ambiguous affection.

As the kiss ended, his hot breath brushed against her face, "Sis..."

"Hmm?"

"Your face is so hot, it’s like you have a fever."

Hannah pursed her lips, "That’s because you’re inexperienced, and it hurt me a bit."

"I truly am inexperienced." Isaac Shea only smiled at her, "Last time was my first kiss."

As he spoke, his burning breath was all about her face, stirring up a heat that made her heart flutter. Isaac Shea’s hands, propped beside her, tightened continually.

Moving closer,

and even closer.

Almost pressing against her lips, he said, "Aren’t you experienced? How about..."

"You teach me?"

Implicitly suggesting:

Let Hannah take the initiative.

She was just stubborn, pretending to have experience, and she pushed him slightly, "Move aside first, I’m hungry."

"Then I’ll make you something to eat."

He had already asked Hannah earlier if she was hungry and she had said she wasn’t, but now claimed to be hungry. Isaac Shea seemed extremely patient and didn’t inquire further, instead, he simply let her go, rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen, washed his hands, and started looking through the fridge for ingredients.

Hannah stood outside the kitchen, watching him intently, "Have you known Simon for a long time?"

"I was working on my Ph.D. when he was doing his master’s, I was sort of his senior then."

"You’re quite a good student."

"So-so."

Hannah raised an eyebrow, he finished his PhD at 27 and stayed on as a teaching assistant — how is that ’so-so’?

She claimed she didn’t want to make their relationship public, also considering his situation.

He held a respectable job that everyone admired, surely a source of pride for his family. If they found out about his unclear relationship with her, it would upset them greatly, and no doubt his family might break his legs.

She herself always had great courage, but why would Isaac Shea, who was so focused on his academics and usually so proper, entangle himself with her?

Because of affection?

She suddenly remembered something she had heard about Finn Hale from old Mr. Hale of the Hale Family:

Outsiders didn’t understand, and thought he was the most obedient and sensible of the Hale Family. He won a design award in his teens, admired by everyone, mostly stayed home drawing, never fooling around outside...

But often, it’s such individuals who, when they go crazy, are truly frightening.

You never know what they might do.

Could Isaac Shea be like that too?

Was the study too repressive?

Was he looking for some excitement?

Hannah couldn’t understand it, but a simple bowl of noodles was already placed before her, and she really was hungry. She hadn’t managed to eat anything at the Hale family. It was all Finn Hale’s fault, and yet she still called him "little uncle," messing about like that.

If it weren’t for their age difference...

Hitting him was only a matter of time.

While eating, Hannah received a work call and hurried into the study to turn on her computer.

Busy with work, she naturally paid no attention to Isaac Shea.

He knocked gently on the door and asked her, "Do you have a lot of work left?"

"Not much, but it’s urgent."

"Then should I go rest first?"

"Sure, go ahead and sleep."

"Sleep in your room?"

"Whatever works."

"Then I’ll go back to the room and wait for you."

...

As Hannah immersed herself in her work, she responded mechanically to him, not fully grasping what she had agreed to until the study door closed. Did she just allow him...

To sleep in her bedroom?

To wait for her to return to the room?

That tone sounded like a spoiled spouse.

She and him were actually starting to live together, almost like a dream.

By the time she finished working and returned to the bedroom, it was quite late. Unexpectedly, Isaac Shea hadn’t gone to sleep but was sitting on the small couch in the bedroom, reading international papers online, "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

"We agreed, I’d wait for you."

"Then I’ll go take a shower first."

The sudden presence of the opposite sex in the room, the invasion of his unfamiliar scent, made her feel uncomfortable. Although very tired initially, after the shower, she became extraordinarily alert.

She took a deep breath. Sharing a bed for the first time with someone was always a bit nerve-racking.

Could it be...

That tonight she was going to give herself to him?

When they lay down, the lights turned off, the silence so intense she could hear her heart beating.

The darkness made her heart race even more.

She didn’t know how long it had been when she felt the person beside her stir, Isaac Shea looked at her, "Sis..."

"Don’t call me sis."

"Simon always calls you that, why can’t I?"

"No."

Hannah Johnson decisively refused. Who would lie in... a bed with their younger brother!

That word "sis",

brought with it a taboo and incestuous sensation, especially since he always wore an innocently harmless face, which often gave off the illusion that she was taking advantage of him.

"Then what should I call you? Miss Johnson? Hannah?"

"Miss Johnson."

Calling her Hannah always felt uncomfortable.

Isaac Shea smiled, leaned over the boundary that lay between them, tilted his head, and carefully kissed her forehead. He lingered there, as if he treasured her greatly.

But he ultimately couldn’t hold back, and his kisses began to move downward...

The tips of her brows, the corners of her eyes, the edges of her lips,

densely and finely,

warm, yet searing.

It made her feel ticklish and left her heart racing.

Hannah Johnson reached out her hand, gently holding him, soft and delicately warm, with no warning pressing closer.

To him, it was both encouragement and temptation.

The kiss gradually went out of control.

He strived to restrain himself, but as a novice, he did it clumsily, biting her slightly painfully, which made her let out an involuntary moan, delicate and trembling...

In an instant, it stirred up thick sparks of desire.

Hannah Johnson thought:

Just go with the flow, indulge this once.

Just then, her phone suddenly vibrated several times, the screen light momentarily dispelled the darkness of the bedroom, and also disrupted their rhythm. Isaac Shea stopped his movements and rolled back to his own spot.

Hannah Johnson took a deep breath, thinking it might be some important client information.

But it was,

Zoe Bell.

Showcasing her engagement ring.

Hannah Johnson massaged her brow, "Why isn’t she sleeping in the middle of the night."

"Who?"

"Zoe, of course." Hannah Johnson replied to the message, complimenting the ring as pretty.

Thinking of Zoe Bell, a flicker of surprise crossed Isaac Shea’s eyes, "She and Mr. Hale, they are already married?"

"Yeah." Hannah Johnson said, glancing at Isaac Shea, "Very few people know about this."

"I understand discretion."

Isaac Shea was just astonished, especially since the rumor didn’t match the reality at all.

**

Hannah Johnson had thought that lying beside a somewhat unfamiliar man would keep her awake, but surprisingly, she slept well and didn’t wake until after ten in the morning.

When she arrived in the living room, Sophia was cleaning the cat litter.

"When I came earlier, the gentleman from last time was here too. He made you breakfast. Would you like me to warm it up for you?"

Hannah Johnson nodded.

"He asked me to tell you that he went to school and he’s a bit busy today; he might not come around."

"Got it."

Sophia frowned.

School?

So he really is a college student, huh.

But he surely is handsome.

Hannah Johnson had things to take care of too. After breakfast, she went to the temple, and upon seeing her, Yumi Johnson frowned and said, "What’s with your lips?"

"Hmm?"

"They seem a bit swollen."

Hannah Johnson paused, "Maybe I drank water that was too hot this morning."

Her expression giving nothing away, Yumi Johnson had no reason to suspect she was lying.

"Acting like a child." Old Lady Hugh heard and frowned deeply, "Maybe we should find you a steady maid to cook and clean for you, or you could just move back to the old house and live with us."

"A cooking maid? I’ve found one."

Isaac Shea could cook.

The two were now living together, so he might as well be considered a "cooking maid."

"Really?" Old Lady Hugh was skeptical.

Hannah Johnson nodded, "If you don’t believe it, just come to our place for dinner."

Neither Old Lady Hugh nor Yumi Johnson doubted the existence of this so-called "cooking maid," as in their view, since Hannah Johnson wasn’t keen on getting married, she wouldn’t want a boyfriend either.

But that didn’t stop her from secretly keeping a pretty young husband at home.