Chapter 383: 382 The Embodint of a Degenerate Scholar, Giving Up Halfway (2nd Update) Chapter 383: 382 The Embodint of a Degenerate Scholar, Giving Up Halfway (2nd Update) At this mont, Sussie Lopez was just preparing to boil so hot water because Finn Hale said he was thirsty.
She had just poured the opened mineral water into the kettle when she heard a rustling sound behind her. Turning her head, she saw Finn Hale sitting up on the bed with both hands propped up.
His face was flushed with the stain of alcohol, reaching out to tug at his tie…
Probably because he had drunk too much, he couldn’t get it untied no matter how he tried.
It seed to only get tighter the more he pulled it.
He was frowning, visibly irritated, and suddenly he pulled his shirt forcefully, the buttons popped off, leaving it half-open, while that dark blue tie was still hanging around his neck…
Exposing a small patch of white muscle, clearly defined.
Finn Hale steadied himself on the bed fra to stand up, but his body swayed. After just two steps, he wavered as if about to fall.
“Careful.” Sussie rushed forward to help steady him.
But she had underestimated the weight of Finn Hale’s body…
His entire weight bore down on her,
She couldn’t support it,
Her body faltered, retreating two steps back hastily to brace herself.
Finn Hale then reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, with a slight exertion of his forearm Sussie was easily pulled into his embrace.
“Mr. Hale…” Sussie frowned and struggled because they were too close.
She could even distinctly feel the tal buckle of his belt pressing against her lower abdon.
Chilly.
It made her scalp tense.
Yet the heat from his body was burning enough to make soone’s scalp tense.
“Don’t move, let hold you for a while.” Finn Hale’s forearm veins were slightly bulging, easily bringing her into his embrace.
Bending his neck, lowering his head,
His chin rested on the nape of her neck, originally intending to rub against the cool breath on her body to soothe the internal heat rising in his heart, but he couldn’t resist kissing her neck.
The skin on her neck…
Soft, tender,
Heated by his breath, it blushed a delicate red.
“Sussie,” his breath, softly biting her ear, “help .”
Help?
Help with what?
Adult man and woman, the use of this phrase here makes it easy to induce wild thoughts.
Sussie’s breathing beca rapid and fervent from his actions, and Finn Hale had slightly straightened up and tugged at his tie again. That’s when she realized, and reached out to help him undo the tie.
With the tie loosened, he said, “And the shirt.”
Half of his shirt’s buttons had co off, almost open to his lower abdon. Sussie’s gaze traveled downward, and she could clearly see his narrow waist cinched with a belt.
A waist slender and tough, with perfect proportions and symtry.
Sussie bit her lip, her ears so red they seed about to bleed, “Do it yourself.”
“I can’t open it… you do it.”
“I…”
“Just like before, you know how, right?” His voice lingered in her ear, stirring her heart.
The deliberately elongated tone, inch by inch seductive.
As if to drag her down into the abyss.
His eyes were hazy, probably blurred by the alcohol, clouded with a layer of mist, very enticing. The shirt hung loosely on his body, that abstinent and cold face, full of seduction…
That mont, the phrase ‘a gentleman on the outside, scoundrel on the inside’ began to materialize.
Like before?
Sussie bit her lip, he couldn’t be referring to the ti they had climbed into bed.
Was he sober at that ti?
“How could you forget?” Finn Hale leaned in a bit closer, his breath brushing past her lips. With just a tilt of his head, he could easily kiss her.
Probably because of the alcohol, he couldn’t control his strength.
The kiss was a bit fierce,
Domineering,
Intrusive.
Pulling her into the depths.
“Did you miss while I was on my business trip these last few days?” he mumbled hoarsely.
“I missed you…” Sussie’s voice was blocked in her throat by him.
“Why didn’t you text or call?”
“I was afraid of disturbing your work.”
“Your ssages aren’t a disturbance.”
Sussie was kissed until she felt weak, she simply hooked her arm around his neck, leaning on him and going with the flow.
Finn felt a fiery passion in his chest, always wanting more; his eager kisses spread from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her neck, collarbone, and he began to nibble on the button of her shirt…
The doorbell,
rang at the most inappropriate ti.
“Wyatt, open the door,” said Wyatt Hale, holding a hangover cure soup at the doorway.
Lucas Bell was still waiting for him to return; they were having an enthralling conversation and even planned to go out together the next day. Anxious, he knocked for ages with no response.
Finn took a deep breath, why on earth had this damn kid co over!
Sussie coughed, hurriedly tidying her clothes, “Your nephew’s here.”
“Forget him.”
Finn stooped to kiss her again, thinking that if it were any other nephew, they’d have left after a few unanswered knocks. But it just had to be Wyatt Hale outside.
This kid, sotis clever, can be pretty thick at other tis!
“Wyatt, are you there? I’ve brought you hangover cure soup?”
“Open the door, don’t tell you’re dead drunk in there.”
“Wyatt, it’s Wyatt.”
…
Finn felt his head was about to explode.
How on earth did his brother end up fathering such a creature!
Couldn’t he share so of William’s intelligence with him?
Wyatt found no response, so he called Finn’s cell phone, his ear against the door, probably because the sound insulation was so good that he couldn’t hear anything.
“Wyatt!” Wyatt frowned.
Is this not the right room?
Is he asleep?
Just as he was about to leave, the door opened from the inside and Sussie appeared at the entrance, causing Wyatt to freeze for a few seconds.
He had no idea that Sussie was there.
Now,
did he cause a disaster?
Look at Sussie’s mouth,
Wasn’t his uncle born in the year of the Dog? People kiss, but are you two gnawing on each other?
So intense!
Anyone would think it was their wedding night.
He may be young, but he’s not stupid.
Saying that his uncle was so drunk that he was unconscious, his uncle could hold his liquor – he must have been pretending earlier.
Encountering such a shaless uncle, poor Sussie.
Through the crack in the door, he saw his uncle’s dark face, that look in his eye, as if wanting to skin him alive. Wyatt chuckled resignedly, “Sussie, you’re here too, what a coincidence.”
Finn Hale snorted:
Coincidence my ass.
“I brought so hangover cure soup for Wyatt.”
“Then co in,” Sussie stepped back to let him into the room.
“I’d rather not, you two carry on, I have friends waiting for .” Wyatt said, thrusting the soup into Sussie’s hands before turning and running off, as quick as a thief, as if sothing terrifying was chasing him.
Sussie laughed out loud then turned to Finn, “How do you usually bully him, scaring the kid like that?”
“What did I do? I haven’t said a word, he’s just a scaredy-cat.”
Finn could hold his drink well, and if it weren’t for him pretending to be drunk, he certainly wouldn’t have been let off the hook tonight.
He drank half a bowl of hangover cure soup and glanced at Sussie again, “Shall we continue?”
“Your nephew has already co by, I… have my pride.”
She had only t Wyatt Hale a few tis, but she could tell that Finn’s nephew was a blabbermouth.
There was a good chance quite a few people knew that she was staying with Finn now.
“Shall we go ho then?”
Finn disliked staying in hotels, and considering it was his nephew’s wedding tonight, with Michale Shaw’s character, there was bound to be commotion; moreover…
He hated leaving things half-done.
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