Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 93 - 093 Drunk on alcohol, the ultimate temptation

Chapter 93: 093 Drunk on alcohol, the ultimate temptation

William Hale held his phone, looking at the group chat for a long time. Apart from his grandfather, everyone used codenames, the funniest thing was, only his grandfather and Wyatt used their regular accounts.

The rest were newly registered secondary accounts, hardly ever speaking in the group, making it impossible to tell who was who.

"Loaded with cash? How much money do you have?" Zoe Bell half-lay on the table, one hand clutching a wine glass, the other propping up her cheek.

"A lot."

As soon as he mentioned his savings, Wyatt Hale’s eyes lit up.

He leaned close to Zoe Bell, "Let me tell you, just from last year’s New Year’s money, I got this amount."

He reached out to gesture a number, but found his fingers wouldn’t cooperate, which frustrated him immensely.

Zoe Bell was amused.

"Sis, you gotta believe me, I really am rich. If you don’t believe it, you can check," he said.

"How do I check?"

"My bank card’s PIN is 512592."

Zac Cruz couldn’t help but snort with laughter, wasn’t that password effectively saying, "I’m kind of dumb"?

"Huh?" Wyatt Hale turned towards the sound, squinting, "What are you laughing at?"

He scurried up from his chair and dashed over to Zac Cruz, nearly falling over as he grabbed his clothes, demanding if he was laughing at him.

Wyatt Hale already had little shame, and with a few drinks, he was even more shameless.

"Young Master Wyatt, please calm down." Zac Cruz dared not shake him off and could only look to his own boss for help, only to find that he was staring dreamily at his own wife, not caring about his wellbeing at all.

"My money’s flying away, I can’t stay calm!"

"So, what do you want to do then?"

"Maybe, you could give me some money?"

Zac Cruz felt like he was going insane. He was there to make money. No one told him he had to pay out of his own pocket.

Zoe Bell also looked over when she heard them and saw William Hale gazing downward, his deep eyes radiating a tenderness so captivating that even he himself might not have realized it.

Just as he moved, Zoe Bell instantly clutched her wine glass tighter, "Hmm? What are you up to?"

"Time to rest," William Hale said as he leaned down closer.

"What time is it?"

"Almost half-past ten."

"Then yeah, it really is time to rest." Zoe’s grip loosened, and William Hale was able to take the wine glass from her hand. Staggering to her feet, he reached out to help her, but she refused.

"You can’t touch me."

"You might fall like that."

"I’m married," Zoe said earnestly.

However, William Hale just laughed softly. No one had told him that she was so adorable when drunk.

He bent forward, his voice low, coaxing, "Shall I accompany you to your room then?"

Zac Cruz was dumbfounded. If you guys leave, what am I supposed to do?

Nanny Parker started to clear the table, not bothering with him either.

Zoe Bell grasped the railing and slowly headed upstairs, her body swaying, staggering back to the bedroom, not even closing the door. As William Hale turned to shut the door, he looked back and was stunned...

No lights were on inside, and there was no moonlight tonight; only the street light’s illumination flowed into the room, creating a mottled pattern of light and shadow.

Just as William Hale was about to turn on the light to remind her to be careful, he saw Zoe Bell beginning to undress.

"Zoe..."

He wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

With deft movements, she removed her top, unfastened the side zipper of her pants, and they fell down, unfolding like a dark rose at her feet. Barefoot, she began to unfasten her underwear.

The light pouring into the room draped her body in a hazy, enchanting beauty.

She was like a languid cat, full of charm and seductiveness.

William Hale felt a tightness in his throat, and unfastened a button at his collar, but it did nothing to alleviate the heat he felt.

A warm tide surged in the depths of his eyes.

In the darkness, it was like a fire was burning.

Her figure was proportioned beautifully—swan-like neck and arms, a slim waist, long legs, and a stunning collarbone.

His breathing grew heavy as his gaze slipped over her.

His eyes burning hot as they trailed her form.

Zoe Bell, however, casually tied her hair up, leaned against the wall, and headed to the bathroom to shower. The moment the door closed, water began flowing, and only then did William Hale finally avert his gaze.

He bent down to gather the clothes on the floor.

Of course, this included her undergarments.

Worried she might have an accident while drunk and showering, William Hale waited outside the bathroom until the door opened, steam and heat rushing out as she emerged with only a bathrobe on, her head even fuzzier, walking even more unsteadily than before.

As the world seemed to spin, she felt her waist tighten, and she was lifted horizontally into the air.

"You are..."

The room was too dark, her angle only allowed her to see the outline of his profile, deep and profound, so familiar.

"Don’t recognize me?" William Hale looked down at her.

Zoe Bell squinted to scrutinize him as she felt her body sink into the soft bed. The fragrance of alcohol was bittersweet as she felt a burning kiss suddenly land on her lips, cool, thin, and soft as snow.

It was refreshingly cool, yet aggressively invading.

Her lips felt as if they had caught fire.

She reached out to grasp his arms on either side.

They nestled together, grinding against each other.

Bit by bit, gently breaking through boundaries.

His body was too heavy, pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe. She was already dizzy, her senses overwhelmed, and a heated ambiguity began to spiral out of control between them.

She wanted to dodge but had nowhere to retreat. Her hands pushed him, yet he caught them, pinning them above her head.

"Let me go," she said with a soft voice, devoid of any threat.

"Recognize me yet?"

"Mhm."

"Who am I?"

"William Hale."

"That’s not it."

Zoe, her mind in a haze, remembered that they had gotten their marriage certificate today. A blush crept up her cheeks, burning up to her ears, and she hesitantly murmured, "You’re my husband."

Only then did William Hale laugh and release the hands constraining her. After a struggle, the bath towel that had been wrapped around her was now completely undone.

It could not cover a single part of her body.

His fingertips were scorching as they touched her face...

Zoe Bell, pressed under him and already uncomfortable, twisted her body just as he suddenly leaned down to press harder, this kiss far more intense than the previous one.

Plundering her breath.

Her consciousness was conquered.

Having drunk alcohol, she was already feeling hot all over. After taking a bath, the heat intensified by threefold, and now the warmth of her body made her hum softly in discomfort.

To William Hale at this moment:

That sound was the ultimate temptation.

The night was late, the alcohol strong; it seemed that something was destined to happen tonight.

Until Zoe Bell suddenly inhaled a breath of cool air, her teeth clamped down, tasting a hint of blood, and she complained, "You’re pressing on my hair."

"..."

It hurt a bit when she was being tugged on. She pushed him, and at the brink of ignition, this push extinguished the fire completely.

Once the weight was lifted off her, Zoe Bell finally let out a long sigh and turned over to sleep. William Hale, though, couldn’t sleep, the fire within him burning, his throat parched and uncomfortable, and he couldn’t help but go out for a smoke.

Outside, he saw his younger brother sitting on the doorstep, playing with his phone, Zac Cruz guarding beside him.

"What’s he doing?"

"Buying a membership, throwing money around in the group."

"What?"

"He even tipped a game streamer. That guy usually has no viewers, then suddenly got a thousand bucks and nearly called him ’dad’."

If it weren’t for Zac Cruz intervening, Wyatt Hale would have likely gone overboard.

When William took a look at his phone, he discovered he had purchased membership for 50 years on several video websites, and in the family group chat, he was frantically sending out red packets, all snatched up by their two cousins from his uncle’s house.

Those two kids!

"Wyatt, it’s time to go back inside, take a bath, and go to sleep," William Hale said, feeling a headache coming on.

"Take a bath?" Wyatt Hale looked up at his big brother, "You want to shower with me? Let’s shower together."

William Hale’s face was cold, silent.

"Are you shy? We’re both grown men, don’t be embarrassed," Wyatt teased with a dopey smile.

William Hale ignored him, turning away to smoke. But Wyatt insisted on bathing, beginning to undress right at the door, driving Zac Cruz crazy. Zac looked to William, "Sir, what do I do? I can’t control him much longer."

"Get Kyle Lowe to knock him out and carry him in."

"..."

Even if Kyle Lowe showed up, they wouldn’t dare lay hands on Wyatt Hale. Zac looked troubled, "Sir, even if you lent me ten times the courage, we wouldn’t dare."

"Then you can join him in the bath."

William Hale wanted a cigarette. He held it to the spot where it was bitten, feeling the pain.