Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 443 - 442 kissed the corner of his lips, the atmosphere was the most ambiguous

Chapter 443: 442 kissed the corner of his lips, the atmosphere was the most ambiguous

In the car, the neon lights flickered like flowing water, Tim Payne’s eyes reddened from the alcohol, his breath tinged with a hint of lemon already brushing across her face...

A proximity just inches apart, ambiguity surged.

In the sealed carriage filled with warmth from the heater, it made one’s entire body start to feel hot; within Cressida Jones’ sight, he leaned closer and closer.

Their noses lightly grazed each other,

Perhaps due to the alcohol, his breath was heavy and startlingly warm.

As their breaths intertwined, Cressida Jones felt her heart pounding like a drum, the car raced through the cold wind, cutting through it, as if she could hear the whistling wind by her ear, stirring her heart, making her breathing as frantic as turbulent rapids.

Her wrist was still gripped by him, she could feel the temperature of his palm getting hotter and hotter.

The sudden closeness made her forget to struggle for a moment.

Her breathing was hurried and chaotic, as if ten thousand little people were shouting inside her, her mind was a complete blank:

What does this mean?

Why is he so close, what does he want to do?

Kiss her?

He doesn’t like her, why would he kiss her?

And Tim Payne was not really drunk, he was acutely aware that if this line was crossed, there would be no turning back, he was not sure once he crossed it, what would Cressida Jones think, and what to do if she got angry?

Assistant Law, through the rearview mirror, had been observing the two people, anxiously thinking:

Are you two going to kiss or not?

If I weren’t driving, I’d be pushing your heads together!

Ah, it’s down to me!

So, when passing a turning corner, he deliberately didn’t slow down, a sharp turn...

Both people in the backseat lost their balance, one falling backward, another lunging forward.

And Cressida Jones was the one lunging forward, their bodies were already extremely close, when her body collided, her lips precisely pressed against, sticking to his...

Her body stiffened, as if thunder had exploded in her mind.

She had...

Kissed him!

His lips were thin, soft yet feverishly pulsating.

With their breathing tangled and disorderly, Cressida Jones felt her heart nearly leaping into her throat, flustered, bewildered, heart racing... All sorts of emotions weighed down on her, making her breathing difficult, the sound of her heartbeat seemingly amplified.

Silence spread, they looked at each other without a word.

His eyes were always deeply affectionate when he looked at someone, his gaze direct and fervent.

Thump! Thump— too fast, as if unable to pump blood, causing her face to grow redder.

When oxygen was scarce, a sense of weightlessness hit her.

Her calves trembled with weakness, the warmth by her lips, subtle yet seemingly tangible, teased her bit by bit.

Breaths overlapped, ambiguously rushed.

Assistant Law cleared his throat, "Junior President Payne, Miss Jones, sorry about that, I didn’t control the speed well during the turn..."

This reminder seemed to suddenly bring Cressida Jones back to her senses.

She tried to get up, but this was inside a car, the space was cramped, plus her thoughts were in turmoil, and the car was still moving, already hard to keep balance, she nearly fell again, luckily Tim Payne quickly extended his hand, embracing her waist.

Clinging tightly, with no gaps between their bodies.

She once again,

in an awkward posture, laid on top of him.

But this time,

there was no kiss.

The lights in the car flashed on and off, the light ethereal and elusive, and Tim Payne, who was pinned down, was completely in the shadows, naturally, no one could see his ears turning red and feverish.

His fingers rested on her waist,

applying slight pressure, tightening, feeling her slender waist, as if it were tender and boneless.

"Are you alright? Did you hit anywhere?" his lips approached, nearly brushing against her ear, his voice even lower...

The atmosphere was pushed to its most ambiguous.

"I’m fine." Cressida Jones held her breath, the pounding heartbeat by her ears, she bit her lip.

"But..."

Tim Payne’s breath landed directly on her ear and neck, his voice hoarse, "I have something."

Something,

very big.

Being pinned down, being kissed, and now still being pressed on top of her.

That certainly qualifies as something.

Cressida Jones felt secretly annoyed, but when the car stopped at a red light, she hurriedly climbed off Tim Payne, sat up straight, and said, "Junior President Payne, I’m sorry, it was just an accident, I didn’t mean for it to happen."

Tim Payne remained silent, just silently getting up.

Cressida Jones hung her head low, not daring to look directly at Tim Payne again.

Just a few minutes ago, she was panicking, thinking what if Tim Payne kissed her, and yet...

The one who initiated it was herself!

The place where their lips briefly touched seemed to be taunted by flames.

Scorching.

It was just a brief touch, and the feeling hadn’t seemed so distinct at the time, but reflecting on it now made it all the more clear, driving her crazy!

Right now, nobody in the car spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Why did this have to happen during the New Year, making her socially "die".

Whereas Assistant Law was trying hard to suppress her laughter, coughing twice, "Are you guys okay? Did you hit anywhere? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Mr. Payne said nothing, but Cressida Jones shook her head, "No need."

Hit where?

We hit our lips!

Assistant Law even purposely took a longer route under the excuse of traffic, but soon they arrived at Cressida Jones’s apartment building. She grabbed her bag, thanked them, wished them a happy New Year, and quickly scurried into the building, carrying her bag.

She ran extremely fast as though something unclean was chasing her.

After reaching home, she was still gasping for breath, making so much noise that her grandmother, who was already asleep, came out of her room wearing her coat, "Cressida? What happened? Did something occur?"

"I’m fine."

"You’re panting so heavily, didn’t you run into any bad guys, did you?" As her grandmother was speaking, she also glanced through the peephole.

"No, it’s late, you should go back to sleep."

"You must tell me if something happens..." Her grandmother repeatedly admonished before returning to her room to rest, and when Cressida Jones entered her bedroom, took off her earrings, and was about to remove her makeup, she saw the sapphire bracelet in the jewelry box.

Given by Tim Payne, everything that happened in the car just now replayed in her mind.

She hadn’t encountered any bad guy, but had acted like a hooligan herself.

He doesn’t like her,

Being kissed by someone he doesn’t like, he must be feeling uncomfortable, otherwise, he wouldn’t have remained silent all the way.

He...

Surely he doesn’t think she did it on purpose?

She admits she has had inappropriate thoughts about him, but she decided to put an end to those thoughts before the New Year. However, frequent meetings and that kiss, a flame that hadn’t been completely extinguished and hidden in the ashes, now fanned by the wind...

The heartbeat reignited.

**

On the other hand,

After Cressida Jones got out of the car, Tim Payne, who had been sitting upright, finally relaxed, leaning on the seat back, and instructed Assistant Law, "Turn off the air conditioning."

And he casually lowered the window.

The cold air poured in, giving Assistant Law a chill, while Tim Payne in the back seat stretched his hand to loosen his tie, even going so far as to undo the top two buttons of his shirt.

From the neck down, his skin was completely flushed.

Looking wild and untamed.

Assistant Law cast a fleeting glance at his boss’s state...

Taking advantage of his boss closing his eyes to rest, he sneakily took a photo. Tim Payne was staying at his own apartment tonight, and after coming home, he felt a restless heat all over his body, so he took a cold shower before going to sleep.

His head full of the night’s events made him irritable.