Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 446 - 445 Good legs, good waist, conceived wicked thoughts (2 updates)

Chapter 446: 445 Good legs, good waist, conceived wicked thoughts (2 updates)

On the day of the horse riding rendezvous, the weather was fine.

The sunlight was generous, bathing everything in a golden hue.

Cressida Jones drove herself to the venue, but due to a misjudgment of the traffic, she arrived more than twenty minutes late. An employee led her in and briefed her on the specifics of the horse farm.

"...Due to the cold weather, only the indoor arena is open now. There is also a swimming pool and a gym on the second floor. Mr. Yates and others are currently selecting horses; I’ll take you to change clothes first."

Passing through the indoor arena on the way to the changing room,

It was Cressida’s first time at such a place, and she found everything fascinating.

The arena was populated with quite a few people, including some children.

Just then, a man riding a horse approached from a distance.

A few meters away, he stretched out his hand to grab the reins, controlling the horse and looking down at her from a vantage point.

His countenance was noble and aloof, dressed in black equestrian gear adorned with golden buttons, understated and luxurious. As he rode, his clothes clung to his body, elegant and full of tension.

Vaguely, one could even sense the muscles beneath his clothes, brimming with a sense of strength.

As their gazes met, Tim Payne had already dismounted and was leading the horse towards her.

Black embroidered knee-patch jodhpurs matched with riding boots highlighted his superior and slender legs, this...

Definitely not a child’s stature!

These legs,

Are really long, really nice.

One look and you know they’re sturdy and strong.

And that waist...

Also pretty good!

Where on earth did Uncle Yates get the idea that he was skinny as a rail?

"Just arrived?" Tim casually stroked the horse and asked in an offhand manner.

"Mhm, hit some traffic."

"Hurry up and change."

Cressida nodded and headed for the dressing room under the guidance of the staff. As she turned around, she caught sight of Tim effortlessly remounting his horse, his posture extremely dashing, which paired with his face, was simply superior.

It was a sight that anyone would find hard not to stare at a bit longer.

Cressida was inwardly annoyed, biting her lip:

Stay calm!

Don’t be seduced by a pretty face.

There are plenty of men in the world. Isn’t he just someone with a more handsome face, taller stature, and better figure?

By the time she had changed, Martin Yates had already called her, saying they were waiting at the horse selection area and urged her to hurry over. As she was about to head there, Tim appeared again, holding a thermos, seemingly taking a break to drink water.

He glanced at her as if unintentionally.

The riding outfit tailored her figure perfectly, accentuating her straight, lean shoulders and waist, with her legs looking even more straight and elongated.

Her hair tied up, not as elegant as usual, but clean and smart.

"Are you just wearing that?" Tim raised an eyebrow.

"Am I missing something?"

Tim turned and said a few words to the staff member, and soon, they brought over an inflatable protective vest, complete with zippers and safety buckles. Cressida was wearing it for the first time and felt unfamiliar with it; the protective equipment seemed somewhat complex.

Just as the staff was about to instruct her, Junior President Payne himself stepped forward.

He did not speak, simply walked up to her.

And handed her the thermos.

Perhaps from just having ridden a horse, his breaths carried a slight warmth, and with casual ease, his arms circled her waist from behind to fasten a safety strap, informing her, "In case you fall off the horse, this can protect your spine and chest from injury. Even so, be extra careful when riding..."

At this moment, the two of them were extremely close.

Although there was no skin contact, the proximity to his breath made her dare not move rashly.

Her breathing, however, became heavier.

To the point where she couldn’t clearly hear what Tim said afterwards.

"...Did you get all that?" After Tim finished speaking, seeing her lost in thought, he chuckled softly, lowered himself, and leaned in close to her ear with his breath, causing her to involuntarily stiffen.

By her ear, his voice gently sounded, saying: "Cressida..."

His voice was cold, yet his breath was eager.

Each sound seemed wrapped in warmth, burrowing straight into her ear.

Cressida, Cressida?

Who let him call her that!

"You..."

"You already called me ’brother’ that night, it’s not appropriate to keep calling you Miss Jones."

That night?

Tim Payne’s reminder made Cressida Jones freeze, the warmth on her lips coming back, causing her ears to turn red with blood.

Her breath hitched, she didn’t even dare to breathe.

The staff beside them started to look at the ceiling wordlessly.

To be honest, having worked for a long time, they have seen all sorts of things, but they’ve learned to turn a blind eye.

Perhaps it’s clearer for an onlooker, the staff saw clearly:

The relationship between these two was definitely not ordinary!

Miss Jones’s good days are coming.

No wonder Mr. Yates repeatedly instructed to take good care of her.

"Anyway, when you ride, just be careful, Uncle has a lot of experience, just listen to him, you can’t go wrong." Tim Payne helped her put on the armor, already standing up straight, taking the thermos from her hands.

Before leaving, he reminded her again: "Don’t space out again."

Cressida Jones was inwardly annoyed.

If it weren’t for you leaning so close, why would I space out.

When she got a moment, she had to talk to Tim Payne properly, if he doesn’t like her, why keep teasing her.

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For Tim Payne, Cressida Jones was definitely special, particularly the night he drank a bit, he even thought about being aggressive under the influence, to kiss her.

Once this thought took root, it’s like a wild prairie fire fanned by the spring breeze, constantly growing in his heart.

Once the bad thoughts began,

it seemed they could never be extinguished.

Especially the accidental kiss that night, fleeting yet lingering in his mind, unable to fade away.

Like now, he saw Cressida Jones riding a horse, amidst so many people, always able to lock onto her position so precisely, as if she has a radar on her.

She rode cautiously, with Uncle standing by her side, probably telling her what to pay attention to.

Finn Hale was by Tim Payne’s side at this moment, drinking from the thermos, then suddenly said, "Looks good, doesn’t it?"

Tim Payne shifted his gaze without changing his expression, "What are you talking about?"

"She looks even better than her photo."

Tim Payne couldn’t be bothered with him and just remarked, "Utterly boring!"

Finn Hale chuckled lowly, "I didn’t name names, how do you know who I’m talking about?"

"..."

"Don’t be too stubborn."

His eyes were glued to the girl and couldn’t be moved away.

But, does he know that his Uncle actually wants to make Cressida Jones his goddaughter?

"Uncle, what are you guys talking about?" Wyatt Hale suddenly came over. He had just finished riding and was covered in sweat.

"I was saying that we have a dead duck here."

"Duck? Where?" Wyatt Hale was naive, looking all around the equestrian field, where would there be a duck in a horse field.

Tim Payne couldn’t be bothered with him and turned to leave.

When Beckett Jeans arrived at the horse field, from a distance, he saw Martin Yates personally helping Cressida Jones lead the horse and adjust the stirrup, even smiling, looking kind and amiable.

It seems she really caught Martin Yates’s eye.

If one could gain the support of Martin Yates, it would be equivalent to receiving the Payne Family’s aid; the Jeans Family might well soar high.

No matter the method,

he was determined to have Cressida Jones!