Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 414 - 413 stirring up anxiety, a tip of 100,000 yuan

Chapter 414: 413 stirring up anxiety, a tip of 100,000 yuan

Parking Lot

Assistant Law looked at his boss and coughed twice, "Even if you carry her upstairs, it’s not the old days where men and women don’t have physical contact, even if Miss Jones wakes up, she won’t hold you accountable."

Tim Payne’s fingers tightened, "I never noticed before how much nonsense you talk."

"Or," Assistant Law pondered, "we could try to wake her up."

"Or just leave her in the car, let her sleep like that."

Tim Payne did not respond and walked over to the side of the car where Cressida Jones was, Assistant Law consciously stepped aside, watching as Junior President Payne leaned inside and unbuckled the seat belt.

Perhaps the lack of restraint made Cressida Jones move her body...

Her whole body tilted outward.

"Be careful— " Assistant Law frowned, worried she’d fall out.

As soon as he alerted, he saw Junior President Payne had already stretched out his arms to support her back, sliding one hand under her knees, and with a little effort, he easily lifted her out of the car.

Assistant Law was astonished:

Who would have thought, his boss Junior President Payne would do a princess carry!

He hurriedly grabbed Cressida Jones’ bag and scurried to the elevator to help press the button.

He couldn’t be blamed for trying to match them.

On the day of the engagement party, he rushed to the dress shop to handle a video.

He clearly saw the two of them entering the restroom.

Their situation was very intimate!

It turns out that in his absence, they had other developments.

The temperature in the parking lot was low, Cressida Jones felt a chill and instinctively sought warmth, inadvertently leaning towards Tim Payne.

Dressed warmly, she couldn’t feel much warmth.

The only warm place was above his neck exposed outside...

Cressida Jones’ head was already on his shoulder, and with a slight rub, her lips unintentionally brushed over his neck.

That touch,

Lightly, warmly,

Exceptionally soft.

When Tim Payne realized what it was, his body stiffened, frozen in place.

He looked down at the person in his arms, she was sound asleep, her body exuded a rich scent of flowers and plants mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, hard to define, but the place where her lips touched almost felt ignited...

Fire spread,

Wildly burning,

Making Tim Payne extremely uncomfortable.

The elevator arrived, Assistant Law was holding the elevator door open, seeing his boss lost in thought, he couldn’t help but remind him, "Junior President Payne, the elevator’s here."

Tim Payne nodded, holding her, he stepped into the elevator.

Assistant Law stood aside, observing the two from the corner of his eye.

His boss Junior President Payne’s neck...

Was a bit red,

His ears too,

Given that seventy percent of the guests they typically interact with were women, Junior President Payne always handled them with ease, it was unexpected to see him so innocent.

Cressida Jones was asleep, unaware, her hands naturally hanging down.

Assistant Law coughed twice, and helped place one of her hands on his boss, almost hanging it over his neck, and said, "This way, it’s safer."

Tim Payne clenched his teeth:

I never noticed before how meddling he is!

Cressida Jones’ hand was weakly placed around his neck, her face again instinctively nestled closer, stirring Tim Payne’s discomfort all over again.

"Junior President Payne, I think Miss Jones treats you like family," Assistant Law whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"From the few times I’ve interacted with her, possibly due to her environment, she behaves properly and has always been very polite to you. With her character, if she were not in front of someone she’s familiar with, she wouldn’t let herself get drunk."

Assistant Law analyzed, "So, in my view, she definitely trusts you."

"She has no defenses against you, which lets her indulge her desires."

Tim Payne glanced at the person in his arms.

A close confidante?

Finally, they arrived at the guest room, and after setting her down, Tim Payne could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Assistant Law called a waiter to help her remove her shoes and coat.

"Junior President Payne, is this your first time bringing a girl to a hotel room?" Assistant Law inquired.

Tim Payne clenched his teeth, "Mind your wording, I’m just getting a room for her to rest."

It seems,

he really is eager to be unemployed!

"Miss Jones is settled now, what should we do? Should we all leave? Leave her here alone? She’s drunk too much, is this okay?" Assistant Law muttered, "Shall I stay?"

Tim Payne rubbed his brow, "You can leave."

"Alright!"

After speaking, he dashed off, running very fast.

Tim Payne looked at the person sound asleep on the bed, feeling somewhat helpless as he himself didn’t even know how things had come to this.

Fortunately, the suite Assistant Law had booked had more than one restroom and bathroom.

——

Deep into the night,

Tim Payne couldn’t sleep and started to check the design drafts sent by William Hale, casually grabbing blank paper and a pen from the hotel to start drafting a design.

Designing personally for his sister, he indeed put his heart into it.

Thinking about soon becoming an uncle, the corners of Tim’s mouth couldn’t help but lift.

He was concentrating on his drawing, and time flew to past 2 am, when he was about to head to the adjacent bedroom to rest, he heard a noise from Cressida Jones’ room and got up to check.

Pushing the door open, he saw her barefoot, groping her way to the table, picking up a bottle of mineral water provided by the hotel and trying to twist it open, but she couldn’t muster the strength.

This caused her to frown deeply, clearly dissatisfied.

Tim Payne approached, took the water from her hands, easily opened it, and handed it back to her.

Cressida Jones took the water, drank a couple of gulps, her eyes blurred with intoxication as she fixated her gaze on him.

Truly, having drunk too much, she grew bolder, not satisfied with just looking, she suddenly took a step closer.

She slightly leaned in, her breath lightly falling on his face...

Heat scattered everywhere, like sparks setting the prairie ablaze.

"Who are you?" She studied him, seemingly not recognizing who he was?

"Don’t you remember me?"

"Junior President Payne!"

Cressida Jones chuckled softly, tilting her head up to look at him, her breaths unevenly falling on his face, causing frustration to bubble up within Tim.

She had a soft and elegantly warm appearance, her cheeks flushed with a captivating charm.

Tim Payne’s gaze fell downwards, landing on her bare feet, "Aren’t you wearing slippers?"

"Shoes..."

Cressida Jones looked around, put down the mineral water, and moved to the bed to put on her shoes.

But she was so drunk that she saw double, making it impossible for her to slip her shoes on.

Tim Payne sighed:

He really owed her!

He walked over, signaled her to sit, knelt down, grabbed her ankle, and helped her put on her slippers. Just as he was about to stand up, suddenly...

He felt a hand on the crown of his head.

The palm, burning hot.

Gently, she patted his head.

"You really are a good person."

Tim Payne couldn’t help but cry and laugh.

Mostly because this gesture, the more he thought about it, felt like she was petting a dog’s head.

"How much for the slippers?" Cressida Jones suddenly asked.

"What?" Tim Payne was taken aback.

"Don’t worry, I won’t owe you, I’ll transfer the money to you right now." She stood up, picked up her bag from beside the bed, swiftly opened WeChat, found Tim Payne, and transferred him money, "Hurry up and receive the money."

Tim Payne took out his phone, saw the transfer amount, and was stunned, "Miss Jones..."

"Hurry up!"

"This money, I can’t..."

"Do you dislike this small amount of money from me? Do you also look down on me, thinking I’m penniless?" Cressida Jones smiled, "Let me tell you, over the years, I’ve saved quite a bit of money, I have a stash, this amount isn’t significant."

"Thanks for helping me with my shoes, consider this money as your tip."

Before Tim Payne could respond, Cressida Jones directly took his phone and tapped to receive the payment.

Clearly, she had drunk too much.

A tip?

She really dared to say it!

After handing the phone back to Tim Payne, she staggered to the table to drink water, went to the restroom, then walked to the bed, put on her slippers, lay down, and even dutifully covered herself with the blanket.

Quite obedient.