Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 258 - 257 Puppy Turns into a Wolf, with a Reckless Demeanor (2 Updates)

Chapter 258: 257 Puppy Turns into a Wolf, with a Reckless Demeanor (2 Updates)

It was a weekend, and Hannah Johnson had social obligations that included drinking. She wasn’t too late getting home, kicked off her high heels, and walked barefoot to the couch, where she lay down directly.

The bedroom door opened, and it was only when Hannah heard the noise that she squinted to see.

Isaac Shea had just taken a shower, wearing simple home clothes. Probably in a hurry to come out, his body wasn’t completely dried, and the steam clung to his clothes, sticking to his body.

She had touched his body before.

It was substantial.

She staggered to her feet, but Isaac, fearing she would fall, quickly stepped forward. Hannah’s body swayed, and she fell into his arms, instantly wrapping her arms around his tight waist.

She took a deep breath, soft and rubbing against him.

It was undeniably provocative.

"Sister..." Isaac held her by the waist, afraid she would fall.

He had just showered, his body all warm, and as he called her sister close to her ear, it was as if her ears were being scorched. She looked up at him, "Isaac Shea..."

"Hmm?"

"I closed a big deal today."

"You’re really impressive," he complimented her sincerely.

Hannah was stunned, suddenly remembering that when she had achieved something in the past and sought to boast to her father, Liam Hugh would always respond with a cold face: "As a girl, no matter how successful your career is, it’s useless. It would be better to find someone to marry."

Liam had never truly praised her.

It was also while drunk that she let her guard down and couldn’t help but tear up, with even her nose sounding heavy as she clung tighter to Isaac’s waist, "Isaac, can I kiss you?"

Those words, like boiling water on snow, Isaac would not dislike.

He lowered his head and touched her lips.

Their bodies pressed together, his chest vibrating, Hannah’s fingers lifted the hem of his shirt...

And touched his chest.

With a low laugh, "Isaac, your heart is beating so fast."

She had a pair of especially seductive fox-like eyes, and when she teased with a smile, it made it easy for anyone to lose control.

"Sister, you’ve drunk too much."

"I indeed drank a bit too much tonight, but my mind is clear, I know you’re Isaac..." As Hannah spoke, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

Her lips,

Soaked by the alcohol, were hot enough to burn.

They hooked into his nerves, like a catalyst carrying sparks, assaulting his already fragile sanity.

Hannah, standing on her tiptoes, felt tired and just as she thought to pull away, her waist was tightened, and she was pressed against him again.

Isaac’s kisses were different from the usual, unrestrained.

She felt weak in the knees.

When the kiss was over, Isaac sat her down on the couch, "I’ll go make you some sobering soup."

Hannah sank into the couch, touching her slightly swollen lips.

Just this...

She and Isaac had been cohabitating for a while now, and every time it came to a critical moment, he always stopped abruptly.

This child...

Could he not be capable?

Hannah propped her chin in her hand, somewhat annoyed.

Meanwhile, Isaac, all tense up with veins standing out on his neck, tried hard to regulate his breathing while preparing the sobering soup for her.

He wanted her,

Desperately,

But he could only bear it.

Isaac didn’t want to do such a thing when she was not clear-headed.

That kind of thing, it should only be done with mutual consent.

...

More than ten minutes later, Hannah sat on the couch, drinking the sobering soup and looked down at Isaac as he offered her slippers and cleaned her soles. He was half-kneeling, as tame as a big puppy.

"Isaac." Hannah propped her chin and looked at him.

"Hmm?"

"Have you had a girlfriend before?"

"No."

"Then you’re still a virgin?" Hannah realized, no wonder he seemed so inexperienced.

Her words made Isaac frown, as if sparks were exploding near his ear.

What did she mean by that?

The tone, it seemed like she was looking down on him.

Hannah put down her cup, ready to go back to the bedroom, but was pushed down onto the couch by Isaac. He braced his hands on the soft couch, slightly lifting his body, and looked at her seriously: "Miss Johnson, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, just curious."

"Your tone sounded like you have a lot of experience in that department."

"I..." Hannah was stubborn, her nature not to admit defeat, and reached out to hook his chin, "I’m a few years older than you, of course I have some experience."

"Is that so?"

Isaac lowered his eyelids, trapping her underneath him, his restraint already at its limit, and her words ignited the red in his eyes.

"Sister, since you’re so experienced, why not..."

"Teach me?"

His voice was inexplicably seductive.

It made Hannah’s breath sink a notch, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat as Fanta saw the two entangled again and meowed a few times, only to be scared off by a look from Isaac.

That look,

Was somewhat fierce.

As if all of his previous gentleness was an illusion, tearing through the pretense, those tea-colored pupils were soaked in the night, full of darker shades.

His breath seemed to cover the sky and earth.

Fixating on her, disturbing her thoughts.

At that moment, Hannah seemed to realize, even if he usually appeared gentle, he was still a man.

A man with desires.

Hannah was so tense under his gaze, her throat dried by the heat, unpleasantly hot.

His eyes were shadowy, as if he was pulling her...

Into an endless abyss.

"Isaac, I have work early tomorrow morning." Hannah tried to push him away.

But Isaac smiled, "Are you scared?"

"Me, scared? Why would I..."

Before Hannah could finish her sentence, Isaac had leaned down, pressing her to the couch.

Tearing away the guise of gentleness,

Savage,

Even somewhat debauched.

She had thought he was just an innocent and harmless puppy,

But in reality,

He was a wolf.

Albeit inexperienced, leaving marks all over her body, and the result?

A bout of wild stirring,

With zero practical experience.

The first time, ended in disappointment.

Puppy was depressed, and Hannah was almost laughing to madness.

She reached out to pat his head, soothing him, "It’s alright, everyone has a first time, we’ll try harder next time."

Isaac’s expression was tense, his hands clenched tightly, his arms muscular.

"Alright, I’m going to take a shower." Hannah patted his head, picked up her coat that had fallen by the couch, and wrapped it around herself, heading towards the bathroom.

But her waist was suddenly gripped, and she was pushed back onto the couch again.

"Isaac, stop fooling around, it’s already very late."

After the earlier commotion, it was past midnight.

"Late? Not late."

Isaac was smart, quickly understanding everything.

It was late autumn.

The wind carried the chill of early winter, confusing against the glass, blocked by thick curtains.

The room was so quiet it seemed they could only hear each other’s breathing and heartbeats.

More disordered,

Rapid...

Until they were completely out of control.

The couch was thoroughly ruined.

Hannah lay in bed, too sore to even lift her fingers.

The lingering red at the corner of her eyes refused to fade away.

Yet Isaac was as if he wasn’t tired at all, insistent on pestering her.

It seemed,

He hadn’t had enough.

Or perhaps it was to prove himself.

Calling her sister in a low voice,

Continuously enticing her.

Although Hannah was hard-mouthed, she had a soft spot for flattering words.

Isaac also hit right on her aesthetic.

Deliberately tempting her.

Her reason told herself:

Hannah, this kid is doing it on purpose, don’t fall for his beauty trap.

But her body...

Still completely succumbed.

In the end, she lost track of time, not knowing what hour it was, probably during the deep of night.

As she prepared to sleep, she saw Isaac dressed in pajamas, "Where are you going?"

"To tidy up the couch."

"..."

Hannah had hired a cleaner, but seeing the mess herself, she wouldn’t know where to put her face.

The next day, she slept until noon, missing the morning meeting, and cursed in her heart:

How could Isaac have such good stamina?

It was unbearable!

Her waist was so sore and weak. After a simple wash-up and going to the living room, Isaac was already cooking. He had two classes in the morning and had long since gone out and returned.

His face radiated refreshment as if a spring breeze had passed over it.

In contrast, Hannah looked as if her energy had been sucked dry, completely dispirited.

For a long time afterward, Hannah unwillingly evaded even looking at that couch.

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Isaac Shea was quite adept at using his face, showing an innocent appearance.

After committing the deed,

It was as if Hannah was the culprit bullying him.

But after the two of them frolicked for a while, Hannah picked up an invitation and stared at it for a long time, "Isaac, are you sure you don’t want to go with me?"

"I’m busy with work."

"Alright, then I won’t go either." Hannah casually stuffed the invitation into the drawer of the coffee table in the living room.

Isaac finally relaxed, and when he took the excuse to return to school, he stopped by home, and his smug face made his parents embarrassed to look.

They did not know who he had taken a liking to, acting as if he didn’t need his own home, stubbornly living at someone else’s.

When they mentioned it, he retorted: "Does the process matter? As long as I can marry her, I’m indifferent to how it happens."

Their son, clever and precocious, had always been their pride.

But they never expected...

That he would be so infatuated with love.

"You must attend the Payne Family’s dinner, even if it’s just to show your face," Father instructed.

Isaac nodded.

As long as Hannah didn’t go, that was fine.

Because Zoe Bell would certainly attend, and as Hannah accompanied her to pick a gown, they watched models trying on dresses in the VIP reception room, it seemed none were suitable.

"What about that dress?" Hannah pointed to a light blue gown hanging not far away.

"Sorry, that’s been reserved already, and the waist didn’t fit. It’s just been altered."

"Who reserved it?"

Hannah was just asking casually.

It wasn’t some secret to be kept, so the staff member smiled and said, "The daughter of the Payne Family."

Zoe Bell froze at that.

Hannah nodded, clearly acquainted.

"Did you know her?" Zoe asked softly.

"Met a few times, not close."

Hannah eyed Zoe, she had been lately preoccupied with Isaac’s matters and had forgotten that the Payne Family had an aunt who had always lived in the old house and mingled in the business world, obviously no ordinary figure.

Could Zoe be bullied?

She didn’t have many acquaintances in Capital City, and although they had acknowledged their relationship, it wasn’t public. Should she accompany her?