Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 391 - 390 Wrapped around the waist, the heartbeat went into disarray (2 more updates)

Chapter 391: 390 Wrapped around the waist, the heartbeat went into disarray (2 more updates)

"Junior President Payne, it’s time to get off."

Assistant Law reminded him.

Tim Payne frowned, was he seeing an illusion?

How could he see her?

Assistant Law first assisted Junior President Payne back to his apartment and then returned to pick up the local specialties. There were too many items to carry all at once, and after several attempts, it was clear he couldn’t fetch them in one go. Inside the car, Miss Jones spoke up, "Do you need help?"

"That would be troubling you."

It couldn’t be helped, it was too much for Assistant Law, and in this cold weather, he didn’t want to run back and forth.

She never expected that one day she would enter Junior President Payne’s apartment.

Their lives had no intersections,

not even remotely related.

Here, the place looked stark and lifeless.

"Miss Jones, please make yourself comfortable, I have to step out for a bit." The boss seldom drank alcohol, and to his recollection, there was no hangover tea or medicine at home, so he needed to head to the pharmacy.

If he suffered a hangover and was in a bad mood tomorrow, he would be the one to bear the brunt.

Anyway, the boss was sleeping in the bedroom, and Miss Jones seemed to be someone who understood propriety and wouldn’t barge in and take advantage of him.

There definitely wouldn’t be trouble.

After Assistant Law had left, she took a moment to look around the room. The lighting inside was dim, with a wall displaying many rough gemstones of various shapes.

There were also some tools that looked like they were used for polishing gemstones.

Near the balcony, a white porcelain vase held bougainvillea, and astonishingly, there were many birdcages, photographs of birds on the wall, and some fishing gear...

Does Tim Payne go bird watching?

Keep birds?

Fish?

Aren’t these hobbies usually for the elderly?

She had only seen people keep dogs or cats, this was the first time she had seen someone with so many birds.

It was surprising that Junior President Payne had such old-fashioned tastes.

On the wall, there was also a bird specimen?

It looked very lifelike, as if it could be real.

She couldn’t recognize the species, but among them, two parrots were particularly beautiful, with creamy white faces and a touch of red on their cheeks, their feathers a macaron color scheme, looking very cute.

She took out her phone, thinking to get closer and take some pictures.

At the same moment, Tim Payne had a splitting headache.

His alcohol tolerance was decent, only tonight Finn Hale ordered a mix of different types of alcohol, which easily led to drunkenness.

Finn Hale was simply a scoundrel,

he really didn’t know what his sister saw in him.

He didn’t have any hangover tea at home, but he remembered that last time during the wedding, Miss Jones from the Jones Family had given him a packet of hangover sweets, which seemed to be in the pocket of his coat. Where was his coat?

It seemed to be on the living room sofa.

Those birds kept chirping incessantly outside in the middle of the night.

He really shouldn’t have come back to stay.

At his own home, even if he drunkenly fumbled in the dark, he could effortlessly avoid obstacles and find his way to the living room, which adjoined the balcony where the sound of the bird calls was even louder.

Do these birds not sleep?

He really wanted to stuff something in their mouths to silence them.

When his uncle moved in, Tim Payne had also stayed here a few times.

At night, the birds were relatively quiet, but early in the morning, they’d start chirping non-stop, which he found annoying. However, his uncle would say, "Living in a cold concrete structure, you should experience the feeling of nature."

Does feeling nature equate to bird calls?

He also said, watching birds was pleasing to the eye and their songs cultivated one’s temperament.

And that watching the live creatures was good for his eyesight from long periods of use.

Anyway, he had a bunch of reasons.

Fortunately, the apartment had good sound insulation, and the balcony was sealed during winter, otherwise, the neighbors would have complained long ago.

The living room was connected to the balcony, and when Tim Payne looked at those birds, he saw a girl in the living room, her back to him, her face unclear, but he recognized the familiar clothes.

Intoxicated by alcohol, his headache was severe.

Meanwhile, Miss Jones was intently finding angles to photograph the birds, and the sound of the birds drowned out Tim Payne’s footsteps. When she realized a figure was approaching, the specimen that was hanging on the wall suddenly fluttered its wings...

She turned white with fear and turned to run.

As a result,

she ran right into Tim Payne’s arms.

She ran hastily, fell into him, and Tim, unprepared and already unstable from too much drinking, staggered backward, almost falling over.

"Be careful!" Her breath tightened, and she instinctively stretched out a hand to grab him.

However, being a man, Tim Payne’s weight was significant, and she couldn’t hold on; her only option was to reach out to embrace...

After a tug of war,

when she finally managed to stabilize his body, her breathing was rapid, and her heart couldn’t help but thrill and pound.

And at that moment...

Her hands were wrapped around Tim Payne’s waist!

He had taken off his coat, leaving only a thin sweater on, and the warmth from his body began to seep out. His breaths were deep and rapid, warmly brushing over the crown of her head.

The birds chirped even more cheerfully, chirping away and stirring up her already frantic heartbeat.

She breathed rapidly, as if she could even hear the sound of her own heartbeat...

One beat after another, as if it was about to burst her eardrums.

The distance was too close,

Too cramped, suffocating.

At this time, Tim Payne collected his thoughts, the room was dim and hazy, he looked down at the person in front of him, his hands still wrapped around his waist, soft and tender...

She hugged him tightly, so much so that it made him uncomfortable, his chest stifled, as if unable to breathe.

His eyes darkened, "Miss Jones?"

The breath was too hot.

When he opened his mouth, his eager breath blew over, causing her ears to become instantly flushed.

With a reminder, the person in his arms seemed to suddenly snap awake, releasing her grip and stepping back hastily.

How did she end up embracing Junior President Payne!

Everything had happened so quickly, she hadn’t had time to feel it before, and only now did her fingertips begin to burn slightly, that heat surging, her body warming up too.

He was tall, looking down at her, his eyes soaked with alcohol were somewhat red, staring at her intently...

That gaze,

Scorching!

"I’m sorry, I thought it was a specimen, it suddenly moved, so..." She pointed to a bird resembling a falcon on the wall, she had only seen such a creature on television dramas and hadn’t expected someone to keep one.

"That’s the falco rusticolus my uncle keeps," explained Tim Payne.

"I thought it was fake."

Her voice was as soft as a pool of water, uneven in tone, and not yet recovered from the shock.

"Why are you in my house?" Tim Payne scrutinized her.

"This..."

Where should she begin to explain?

Even she found it inexplicable, anyway, it had all been a blur, and somehow she had ended up here.

Tim Payne was hit by her, and now his chest was still stuffy and uncomfortable, his heart beating too fast and very unsettling.

As she struggled with how to explain the situation to him, Assistant Law returned, holding a bag with a pharmacy’s logo on it, "Junior President Payne, why are you up? The nearby pharmacy only had hangover tea; I’ll go make you a cup."

"I have hangover candy in my pocket," he replied.

"Hangover candy?" Assistant Law paused.

He searched for the hangover candy and squinted at the instructions to see how many to take at once, but after a long search, he found no detailed instructions.

It was Miss Jones who reminded, "One piece is fine."

"How do you know?" Assistant Law asked casually.

Tim Payne took the hangover candy and said, "She gave it to me."

Assistant Law’s eyes widened, glancing back and forth between the two:

Just this,

And they dare say there’s no relation?

The key question was, why is Miss Jones blushing?

Did he miss some exciting plot?

"Why did you bring her to my house?" Tim Payne looked at his assistant.

"It’s like this, I was going to take Miss Jones home..." He spoke at length, and the more Tim Payne listened, the more his head ached; he was even noisier than the birds his uncle kept.

"It’s late, take her home," ordered Tim Payne.

After the two left, Tim Payne rubbed his temples again, the drunkenness hit him, and he fell asleep on the sofa.

——

The next day

Tim Payne was woken up by the sound of birds, and when he opened his eyes, he was covered with a blanket and his uncle was feeding the birds.

"Uncle, weren’t you supposed to be back in a couple of days?" The hangover candy seemed to have worked; his head didn’t hurt too much, just the aftermath of the hangover made his throat dry.

"I was worried about the birds at home."

Martin Yates glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "Did you drink last night?"

"I had a few extra drinks with Finn Hale."

"I’ve cooked porridge; go wash up and have some."

"Thank you, Uncle."

When Tim Payne got up and removed the blanket, Martin Yates stopped him, "Wait a second."

"Do you have something else?"

Martin Yates approached and took a good look at him.

That look made Tim Payne’s heart panic.

Then he waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Tim Payne had been drunk last night, he casually stripped off his clothes and threw them into the laundry basket before taking a shower.

Martin Yates fed the birds with pursed lips...

Had his nephew suddenly caught on?

There was a small red stain on his clothes that looked like a lipstick mark.

And he had claimed to have been dining with Finn Hale last night; perhaps he had taken advantage of his absence to secretly meet up with some girl at home.