Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 196 Hidden Men, Deadly Attraction (2 more updates)

Chapter 196: 196 Hidden Men, Deadly Attraction (2 more updates)

Zoe Bell looked at the dishes on the table, "They look pretty good, three dishes and a soup, a nice balance of meat and vegetables, it’s making me hungry."

"Then you should try some."

As Hannah Johnson spoke, she looked around to make sure there were no traces left by Isaac Shea before she let out a long sigh of relief, "Help yourself, I’m going to go change."

When she went out, she was used to wearing formal attire, so when she got home, she inevitably felt confined and restricted.

As she opened the door, before she even closed her bedroom door, she saw Isaac Shea standing behind it...

It took her breath away in fright.

Pupils dilated, they looked at each other, communicating without words.

She thought Isaac Shea had already left.

"Why haven’t you left?" Hannah Johnson’s voice was extremely low.

"I didn’t have time."

He was human, not a god, he couldn’t just magically clean up and leave in an instant, and time was short.

The key issue was that Zoe Bell knew him. If she were to see him, even if he managed to make up an excuse on the spot, doubts would inevitably arise later.

Hannah Johnson furrowed her brow, while at that moment, Zoe Bell was urging her to come out for dinner; in this season, the dishes cooled quickly. She took a deep look at Isaac Shea, put down her coat, closed the door, and entered the dining room.

"Speaking of which, how much does Junior President Payne usually charge for a design?" Zoe was curious.

"Anyway, he charged me an eight-figure sum."

"He’s that expensive?"

"You have no idea, I booked him a year and a half in advance."

"..."

"So, him designing for you for free today was a win for you," Hannah Johnson laughed.

As they ate, Zoe realized belatedly, "Sis."

"Hmm?"

"Why did the cook anticipate my arrival? Why was the food prepared just enough for two?"

Hannah Johnson, who was eating her meal, nearly choked upon hearing this. She feigned calmness and took a sip of her soup, "Because sometimes my mom comes over, and it’s not convenient to cook for just one."

Zoe Bell nodded. That made sense.

It indeed was not easy to manage portion sizes for just one person.

Besides, one couldn’t guarantee to eat the same amount every day.

Zoe Bell didn’t have much of an appetite, and Hannah Johnson ate distractedly, worried that Isaac Shea would be discovered, and at that moment...

After eating, Zoe called it over with a satisfied stretch, "Fanta, come here!"

Instead, it waddled its round body towards her, glanced at Zoe Bell, and then walked towards the master bedroom, pacing back and forth at the door and meowing.

Hannah Johnson was scared out of her wits!

This stupid cat!

Fanta only cared about who fed it, favoring Isaac Shea over her.

Now, it surely wanted to find him.

"What’s gotten into Fanta? It seems to want to go into the bedroom," Zoe Bell was curious.

Whenever she had visited before, the little guy had been quite willing to pay attention to her.

"It might be because it’s cold, it probably wants to sleep on my bed," Hannah Johnson quickly went and picked it up. Fanta looked reluctant, swinging its claws and miaowing incessantly at the firmly shut bedroom door.

Until Hannah Johnson frowned and scolded, "If you keep this up, you won’t get to eat tomorrow!"

Fanta then quieted down.

After speaking, Hannah Johnson looked at Zoe Bell again, "It’s been shedding too much hair lately, and letting it into my bedroom would probably leave hair everywhere."

No matter how suspicious Zoe Bell was, it never occurred to her that her cousin would hide a man in her house.

Zoe went on to pet the cat, and indeed her phone was broken, and she was setting up a new one. After fumbling with it for a while, she scored free design drawings and a phone, then asked Hannah Johnson if she should give a reciprocating gift to Junior President Payne next time.

After sorting out her phone, Zoe went back to petting the cat but showed no sign of leaving.

Yet, Fanta kept trying to run into the master bedroom.

This made Hannah Johnson a bit anxious.

After all, Isaac Shea was still inside and hadn’t had dinner.

"It’s getting late," Hannah Johnson casually remarked, "Aren’t you going back to the old house tonight?"

"I am."

"Then why aren’t you leaving?"

"Mr. Hale said he’d pick me up after work."

"..."

Hannah Johnson was totally overwhelmed.

Why did William Hale have to come over?

She sat nervously, unable to settle, her gaze occasionally falling on the master bedroom not far away.

Fortunately, when Zoe Bell received a call from William Hale, she didn’t let him come upstairs but instead took the elevator down to the parking garage to wait for him.

"Sis, you don’t need to walk me out," Hannah Johnson said at the elevator.

"It’s fine; what are you being polite with me for?"

Hannah Johnson had to personally ensure that Zoe took the elevator and left before she could feel at ease.

Only after confirming that the elevator was descending did she breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as she entered the room, her wrist was gripped tightly, and she was forcefully pulled in before she could react, her whole body pressed against the door.

With a "bang," the door closed behind them.

Shutting out the world outside.

Her back against the cool door, he pressed his entire body against her, imprisoning her form with his proximity and the warm breath touching her face, tender yet scorching.

He leaned in slightly, his cool nose brushing against her cheek.

"When did you come out?"

"When you were leaving."

"That’s too dangerous."

"I know what I’m doing," Isaac Shea said. Occasionally, he had to teach classes, and he dressed more presentably, a white shirt paired with black suit pants, looking more mature than when she first met him.

"Tonight’s situation is my fault."

"Hmm?"

"I casually invited her over to our place. She never came the other times, but this time she actually did."

"So how are you going to make it up to me?"

"What do you want?"

With her back against the cool door, Hannah pushed against the person in front of her, but Isaac Shea suddenly grasped her hand, pinning it above her head as he leaned in closer...

His body was very warm, and his lips...

Even hotter.

Pressing against her lips without delving deeper; just this light contact was enough to make her heart flutter uncontrollably.

Isaac Shea was a quick learner—previously, his kisses were timid, but now they were becoming increasingly skilled, always leaving her flushed and breathless, his body pressed so tightly against hers that the metal buckle on his belt felt cold and slightly uncomfortable against her.

She frowned slightly, shifting her body.

Isaac Shea seemed to know where she was uncomfortable and backed away slightly.

But he didn’t back off completely, maintaining a tantalizing closeness.

Always strikingly ambiguous.

"You just asked me what I wanted," Isaac Shea murmured in her ear, his voice low and raspy, "Anything goes?"

His voice sounded a bit hoarse.

"Don’t go too far."

"I know."

In the midst of their conversation, Hannah’s hand was taken by him, pulled over, and placed on the metal buckle at his waist.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice now hoarse beyond recognition, causing a wave of warmth to rush through Hannah’s limbs, heating her entire body.

She took a deep breath, questioning how she could have been so mistaken before, thinking he was innocent and even harmless.

He was obviously very skilled!

Seeing that she didn’t refuse, Isaac Shea tightened his grip on her hand...

Hand over hand, he taught her how to undo a man’s belt.

His breath was close to her ear, like a breeze blowing during the height of summer, humid and hot, making it difficult to breathe, dizzying, with a sense of unraveling consciousness.

Hannah felt that all the calm composure she had learned over the years in society seemed to vanish in front of him.

Isaac Shea, after all, was a university professor, usually carrying himself with a refined, restrained, and somewhat proud air when he went out.

He could cook and help her with housework.

Such a docile and well-behaved appearance.

At this moment...

It was as if he had torn off his facade.

The stark contrast in his behavior, for some reason, possessed a fatal allure—Hannah liked it to death!