Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 336 - 335 girls who put on pants and then deny responsibility

Chapter 336: 335 girls who put on pants and then deny responsibility

Hugh Mansion

Michale Shaw, acting like a lackey, stuck close to Hannah Johnson’s side, "Sis, did you sign that share transfer agreement?"

"What’s it to you?"

"Remember, when in wealth, do not forget each other! Make sure to look out for your little brother."

Hannah, feeling helpless, "The Shaw Family is prominent enough; they hardly need my support."

"In this world, what could be more delightful than making money? People might betray you, but money won’t."

As soon as these words came out, William Hale and Isaac Shea simultaneously threw a ’commendable’ look at him from a distance.

Michale hastily changed the topic, "But there are exceptions. There are many hopeless romantics, like Hale and my brother-in-law... Despite being younger, my brother-in-law is really caring."

Hannah couldn’t help but laugh.

He kept calling him ’brother-in-law,’ quite diligently.

While talking, her phone vibrated—an incoming message from her bestie.

"...Hannah, you really left us out. I heard your little Puppy went to propose today?"

"Where did you hear that from?"

"The whole Capital City knows about it. Wanna hang out tonight?"

"Sure."

**

Lately, Hannah had been confined by her grandmother and mother, almost always staying at home; she felt as if she were about to grow mold. Using meeting friends as an excuse, she stepped out to get some fresh air.

Isaac Shea had things to attend to at school, so after dropping her off at her destination, he entrusted her care to a few friends.

"Don’t drink, and call me if anything comes up," Isaac repeated, before leaving.

Not many people knew about Hannah’s pregnancy.

Her girlfriends still wanted to persuade her to drink, but she simply said she’d been feeling unwell lately, had taken some cephalexin, and couldn’t drink alcohol.

"So, have you and Puppy set a date for the wedding? When are you planning to get married?" someone asked.

"I’ll inform you all when we’re getting married."

"You’re really planning to settle down?"

Hannah had once been a firm advocate of staying single, so everyone found it sudden that she was considering marriage after just a few months.

"Right now, being with him is no different from being married."

They had been living together for a while; the only thing missing was a marriage certificate.

"Well, that’s true. Congrats in advance."

These days, with her condition, staying too long in a private room made her feel suffocated. She took the opportunity to go to the restroom to catch a breath.

Standing by the hallway window which was cracked open slightly, the cool breeze helped relieve the suffocation in her chest quite a bit. She wondered why pregnancy had to be so exhausting.

Feeling a bit better, she was about to head back to the private room when she saw a group of people chatting and walking toward her.

One of them...

She felt he looked somewhat familiar.

Frowning, she couldn’t remember where she’d seen him before.

Hannah Johnson, naturally possessing a pair of alluring fox-like eyes and a mature aura, stood there quite eye-catching.

She hadn’t thought much of it, but that person also saw her and actually turned to run away.

His expression was that of a guilty conscience.

Hannah’s brows furrowed slightly, and she silently noted the room number of the private room this group was in.

About two hours later, the group came out of the private room, laughing and joking. When that man stepped out, slightly unsteady on his feet from the drinking, he almost stumbled...

Fortunately, someone reached out in time to steady his forearm.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

As soon as the man heard a woman’s voice and turned his head to see Hannah, he looked as if his soul had fled.

He thought of running again but was blocked by two burly men.

"What, what do you want?"

Hannah curled her lips into a smile, "Let’s have a chat."

----

Elsewhere,

Isaac Shea was researching for a paper at the school when he received a call from Hannah. Dropping his books, he rushed gleefully outside, much to the exasperation of Simon Hale beside him.

Mr. Shea, whom he’d always considered astute and calm...

Why is he such a hopeless romantic!

When Isaac Shea arrived at the private room, grinning ear to ear, the moment he opened the door, he was stunned.

Hannah Johnson was sitting on the sofa eating an orange, and a man sat on the single sofa nearby, fidgeting uneasily. Upon seeing Isaac Shea, he looked like he saw his savior:

"Young Master Shea!"

Those eyes seemed to scream:

Save me!

He had drunk too much and was about to burst; he desperately needed to use the restroom.

"Little Hannah..." Isaac Shea was also feeling unusually guilty.

Hannah Johnson sized him up with her chin propped on her hand, "Teacher Shea, so you know this guy?"

"I..." Isaac Shea bit his cheek.

Hannah Johnson’s memory was always sharp.

When she saw this man, she was certain she had seen him somewhere before.

She hadn’t paid much attention at first, but when he turned and bolted, she meticulously searched through her brain...

As it turned out, she did remember him.

She once got drunk and bumped into someone, and that time, Isaac Shea appeared and helped her out of the situation. It was that night that she brought Isaac Shea home with her.

And this man was the very person she had bumped into.

She hadn’t expected him to know Isaac Shea.

With this in mind, it seemed that running into Isaac Shea that night wasn’t just a chance encounter.

Or perhaps,

the two previous "chance encounters" weren’t accidents either.

Back then, Hannah Johnson was distracted by the charm of men and hadn’t thought much about it, but now she wondered, considering Isaac Shea’s clean personal life, how could he have been drunk and lying outside the first time she saw him?

"Little Hannah, I can explain this."

Isaac Shea walked over to her, head hung low and a pitiful look on his face.

Hannah Johnson deliberately turned her head away.

This kid was playing the sympathy card again.

The man on the side squeezed his legs together and wriggled on the sofa.

You two go ahead and chat; I need to use the restroom!

He squirmed about like a worm, which made Hannah Johnson’s brow furrow: "Can’t you sit still?"

"Can I go?"

"No!"

"..."

Isaac Shea cleared his throat, "Little Hannah, I can assure you, even though I did approach you on purpose, I had absolutely no bad intentions."

"No bad intentions, but with ulterior motives."

"I just didn’t know how to approach you, worried that if I was too forceful, you’d completely ignore me."

She was always on guard, and many were trying to get close to her.

Hannah Johnson turned to look at him, "Aside from the ’chance encounters’ you orchestrated, where else have we met before?"

Isaac Shea had gone to great lengths to create so many "chance encounters"; there must have been some prior connection, but Hannah Johnson couldn’t remember having ever seen him before, no matter how hard she tried.

As soon as these words came out,

Isaac Shea’s face immediately turned into the epitome of grievance.

Those eyes, as if they were making accusations.

He smiled wryly: "You really... remember nothing."

Hannah Johnson instantly felt overwhelmed.

His expression was as if she was the sort of floozy who’d put on her pants and deny everything.

"Forget it, I always knew you’ve got so many wonderful guys around you, how could you possibly remember me," Isaac Shea said with a bitter smile.

The man beside them had gone completely numb.

Is this the "Young Master Shea" I know? How come you have two faces!

"Isaac, I..." Hannah Johnson just couldn’t stand being stared at with those sodden eyes, "I really can’t recall, maybe you could jog my memory?"

"Two years ago, at Simon’s birthday party, we met."

"You flirted with me..."

"And then you ran off."

Hannah Johnson was dumbfounded, she’d done such a thing? Thinking back, she’d indeed had a few drinks that day. She normally held her liquor quite well; how could she have flirted with Puppy?