Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 337 - 336 Unintentionally Flirting: Your Eyes Are So Beautiful (2 Updates)

Chapter 337: 336 Unintentionally Flirting: Your Eyes Are So Beautiful (2 Updates)

Two years ago, Simon Hale’s birthday?

Hannah Johnson couldn’t recall—it wasn’t even clear to her when exactly Simon celebrated his birthday.

Yet, she dimly remembered that the weather must have been hot then, and he had celebrated with his classmates at a clubhouse. She had gone there to say hello and had a few alcoholic drinks...

But Isaac Shea remembered that day exceptionally well.

On the day of Simon’s birthday, he had invited many classmates to celebrate.

The venue was inside a clubhouse in Capital City.

Isaac Shea was in the same research group as him, of a similar age, and had also received an invitation. They generally had a good relationship, so he went.

After all, he was a teacher; aside from a few students toasting him, no one really talked to him.

"Mr. Shea, do you want to sing a song?" Simon took the initiative to invite.

"Don’t mind me, you guys have fun."

"Then I won’t keep you company."

Isaac looked at his phone, his mind still full of experimental data.

He was thinking of slipping away quietly later to return to his dorm to write his thesis.

Sure that no one was paying attention to him, he was about to sneak out when the door to the private room was pushed open from outside. The dim lighting inside contrasted with the warm light from the corridor, allowing him to see the person at the door clearly.

It was hot, and Hannah was wearing a black spaghetti strap long dress wrapped in a thin shawl because of the chilly air conditioning indoors.

Her long hair slightly curled, her skin fair, her lips red.

Coupled with her naturally captivating fox-like eyes, her demeanor bore a seductive grace.

She had already indulged in quite a few drinks that evening and leaned against the door frame.

Her expressions carried a hint of bold allure.

"Sis, what are you doing here?" Simon approached her proactively to greet.

"I was dining with friends here and knew you were celebrating, so I came over. I didn’t bring any gift for you, but I’ll pick up the tab tonight. Have fun with your classmates."

"Thanks," Simon didn’t stand on ceremony. "Come in, have a seat? At least have some cake."

Hannah nodded with a smile.

She was naturally charismatic and generous by nature, not awkward at all, and soon enough, many male classmates approached to chat with her.

And Isaac Shea, who had been ready to leave...

Sat back down sneakily.

"Simon, where did you find such a sister?" Someone inquired, "Can I get her contact?"

"You thinking of pursuing her?"

"Why not?"

"She’s my elder brother’s cousin."

Mr. Hale’s...

Cousin?

Once this was disclosed, those who initially wanted to approach her all stepped back.

Hannah found herself suddenly in peace. As they were students, most of the drinks on the tables were non-alcoholic. She looked around, and after a while, she noticed an unopened bottle of red wine in a corner and walked over to it.

Directly,

she sat next to Isaac Shea.

However, having had a bit to drink, she couldn’t open the wine and tilted her head to glance at the person next to her, "Could you help me open this, please?"

Up close,

Isaac could distinctly smell the subtle perfume on her.

White musk, pure yet enticing, bore an indescribable allure. Her lips slightly curved in a gentle, tender smile, rendering her altogether languorous and alluring.

Isaac had fetched a corkscrew, and Hannah watched him intently as he worked.

Normally he was very steady with hands accustomed to lab experiments.

Yet today, for some reason, they shook severely.

This elicited a low chuckle from Hannah, "Little brother, can’t you open wine?"

"I..."

Isaac couldn’t finish his sentence before Hannah reached over to adjust the angle of the corkscrew. Their hands inevitably touched and intertwined.

Her body was warm, her fingertips scorching.

Although it was merely a simple touch, Isaac suddenly felt his heartbeat quicken intensely, as if the places touched by her fingers were on fire...

Instantly, burning hot.

His heart couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably.

"I’ll do it myself." Hannah directly took the corkscrew and red wine and adeptly uncorked it.

She took just two sips—the newly opened wine tasted somewhat bitter.

"Are you Simon’s classmate?" Hannah Johnson tilted her head to look at him.

Isaac Shea was staring blankly, not answering.

"How is he doing at school? Pretty good, right?"

Her tone was like that of an older sister caring about her younger brother.

But before Isaac Shea could answer, Hannah Johnson furrowed her brow—the lighting was dim and she’d had quite a bit to drink, so she couldn’t make out the features of the person in front of her, and instinctively leaned in closer...

In the next second,

the distance between them had suddenly closed.

He was so close that Isaac Shea could clearly see her eyelashes.

And her eager, hurried breathing.

Her movements were a bit exaggerated, the shawl on her slipped, revealing the skin at her chest and shoulders, brazenly flamboyant, with a hint of glamour in the corners of her eyes and brows, her gaze enchantingly seductive, inexplicably alluring.

Isaac Shea, usually devoted solely to his studies, even if girls confessed their feelings, he, due to his teacher’s status, dared not engage.

He had never encountered such a situation before.

And Hannah Johnson was indeed captivating.

"Little brother..." Her breath was close.

"Hmm?"

"Has anyone ever told you, your eyes are very pretty, almost like they are not black..." She spoke with a smile, her breath fluctuating lightly and heavily on his face.

Seemingly trying to discern the color of his pupils, she unconsciously leaned in closer.

Seductive, yet unaware.

Isaac Shea’s heart...

was set to fluttering.

At that moment, Hannah Johnson’s phone vibrated, a call from a friend.

She stood up, greeted Simon Hale, and left, completely unaware that her inadvertent act had left a mark, lingering long in the Puppy’s mind.

From then on, whenever Simon Hale had any social engagements, Isaac Shea would always attend.

But he never saw Hannah Johnson again.

However, after that night, some classmates had privately asked Simon Hale.

"Simon, what type of person does your sister like?"

"Not sure," Simon Hale, also based on the types of the opposite sex around Hannah, said, "Probably mature and steady."

"Would she like younger guys?"

"No, stop dreaming."

"..."

"My cousin has high standards for a spouse, and my brother is very difficult to deal with. Don’t embarrass yourself."

Isaac Shea, listening on the side, was heartbroken.

If she couldn’t accept someone younger than herself, then he definitely stood no chance.

But Hannah Johnson had never been rumored to have a boyfriend, and after the Hugh Family had issues, Isaac Shea didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerabilities but felt that she needed someone by her side.

Even if she didn’t like younger guys, she still had complimented his eyes, probably...

She must like his face, after all.

**

Hannah Johnson learned from Isaac Shea about their first meeting, and truthfully...

she still couldn’t remember.

She did vaguely recall complimenting a young man on his eyes, but the lighting was too dim that night, and she simply couldn’t recall his face.

Moreover,

that surely didn’t count as flirting.

"What, still can’t remember?" Isaac Shea asked.

"No, I remember now."

Hannah Johnson, fearing he would feel hurt, claimed she remembered everything, yet she dared not look straight into Isaac Shea’s eyes; just then her phone vibrated, giving her an excuse to leave.

Isaac Shea watched her back, he sighed.

She definitely still couldn’t remember.

He glanced at the man still squirming furiously, "Can you stay still for a moment?"

"Young Master Shea, I really need to urinate."

Isaac Shea waved him off, and he hurried away.

"William," Hannah Johnson stepped outside the box to answer the phone, "What’s up this late?"

"Liam Hugh sneaked out."

"..."