Chapter 452: 450 Assault Kiss, Fascinated, I Want You… (2 more updates)_2 Chapter 452: 450 Assault Kiss, Fascinated, I Want You… (2 more updates)_2 “Junior President Payne, you’re standing too close.” Cressida Jones’s heartbeat was heavy
as if she couldn’t breathe.
She reached out, intending to push him away, but the mont her fingers touched his chest, he grabbed them, “You didn’t call that night.”
“Brother Payne.” Cressida Jones wanted to escape quickly and naturally complied.
“So, what type of person do you actually like?”
“I…”
“Think carefully before you answer.”
His gaze was direct and eager, staring at her intently; beneath the calmness of his eyes, there seed to be a turbulent undertow.
Cressida Jones intended to brush him off casually, but his gaze made her heart flutter, and she couldn’t articulate an explanation, so she just gritted her teeth and asked: “What does my preference in type have to do with you?”
After all, he didn’t like her.
This remark made Tim Payne feel discontent.
Just as Finn Hale had said, he was just a stubborn ducks that refused to admit defeat.
He didn’t express his feelings because he was afraid, unable to guess Cressida Jones’s thoughts, scared of being rejected. She had just kicked her scum fiance to the curb, the Jones Family’s ss hadn’t been dealt with, and her grandmother needed care; he feared she wasn’t in the right mindset to start a new relationship.
In the face of love, the usually fearless him seed sowhat cowardly.
It’s just that there were indeed many people eyeing her…
The sense of crisis erged.
And today’s sudden incident made him realize:
He simply couldn’t accept the slightest harm coming to Cressida Jones, nor the idea of her leaving him.
Especially the words she said just now seed to have triggered him.
His usual rationality, restraint, seed to crumble in an instant.
Her hand was held by him at this mont, pressed against his chest; she was anxious to pull it away, but unexpectedly, he raised his other arm, his long limb stretching out easily to draw her into his embrace.
The next second,
she fell into his arms, her heart in turmoil, she looked up wanting to ask what he was doing, “Brother…”
The word ‘Payne,’ before she could say it, beca drowned between their interlocked lips.
The distance between their lips disappeared.
The air around them seed to be instantly sucked away.
It was so thin it suffocated one’s breath.
Cressida Jones’s mind was blown apart by a thunderous explosion, a blank space, with only the warmth between their lips growing increasingly hot.
His lips, thin and soft, were so warm that her heart began to tremble.
At first, it was just a gentle press,
but then, he bit and nibbled.
The wet and warm touch made half of her body go limp, and her already sore legs could no longer support her body, sliding down…
His arms tightened, lifting her up.
Body pressed close, leaving no gaps.
She was not only sore from riding a horse today in her legs and buttocks, but her chest was also shockingly uncomfortable; now her heart was throbbing so badly that her chest ached, and she let out a stifled moan.
Tim Payne thought it was her leg hurting, wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her with ease onto the chest of drawers beside them, the heat from his lips gone, Cressida Jones felt like she could finally breathe…
His hands braced on either side of her body, and he leaned in again.
Not kissing yet, just very close, their breaths overlapping, entangling ambiguously, urgent and fiercely hot.
Lips grazing, almost touching but not quite.
This feeling was even more intense than before, that teasing warmth so close to her lips inch by inch, was like a fire.
The heat on her lips seed to continuously fan the flas,
growing hotter and hotter,
turning her lips an even redder shade.
At this point, the last gleam of twilight had retracted into the sky, the room dimd, only Tim Payne’s eyes were astonishingly bright, like a fire contained.
His hand still rested on her waist, the broad palm pressing tightly against her lower back.
The palm’s burning heat, through the sweater, made her waist go soft.
“Do you still think it has nothing to do with ?” Tim Payne’s voice was suppressed, clearly also controlling his emotions.
Because…
He still wanted to kiss her.
But he dared not make another bold move again.
“Tim Payne, what exactly do you an by that?”
Cressida Jones held her breath, her ears filled with the erratic thumping of her heartbeat, she pursed her lips, watching him co closer, his breath falling on her ear and neck.
“Cressida Jones, what do you think of ?”
“Am I your type?”
His lips brushed past her ear, his voice even lower…
The atmosphere beca instantly charged with intimacy.
“If you want to date soone, would you consider giving a try?”
For a mont,
The surroundings went quiet, as if only their ragged, hurried breathings were entangling with each other.
“Junior President Payne, you’re not just teasing because your family is pressuring you to get married, are you? I…” Cressida Jones’s mind was a ss, after all, he had once said that he had no interest in her.
Now this sudden move, it naturally left her confused.
“Do I look like soone who jokes around?” Tim Payne stared at her intently, his gaze deep as if he could see right into her heart.
“Then you…”
“I like you.”
His voice was low and seductive, trickling into her heart word by word.
The light grew dimr, half of his body was shrouded in darkness, appearing restrained and mysterious, yet there was a fire in his eyes, so fervent.
Tim Payne actually liked her?
She had thought it was just her own one-sided feelings, never expecting that he liked her too.
An overwhelming joy instantly filled her limbs; perhaps too ecstatic, she stood rooted to the spot, while Tim Payne thought he had frightened her by being too abrupt today.
He took a deep breath, “This is important, you can take your ti to think, I’m not in a rush.”
Actually…
He was very anxious!
Just then, there was the sound of a door opening from outside. Cressida Jones realized her grandmother was back, and hurriedly tried to get down from the cabinet. Tim Payne, worrying about her sore legs, lifted her down.
When the grandmother entered the room and saw Tim Payne there, she paused, then looked reproachfully at her granddaughter, “It’s dark already, we have a guest at ho, why didn’t you turn on the lights?”
“In the pitch-dark, what on earth are you two up to?”
The grandmother felt sothing was off between them.
“He burned his hand,” Cressida Jones quickly explained.
“What?”
Hearing this, the old lady lost any other concerns and went to check on his condition. His back of the hand was red and painful to the touch, so she quickly got so ice from the fridge, wrapped it in a towel for him to apply, and seeing the dicine box turned upside down, she glared at Cressida Jones.
“You girl, how do you take care of guests, letting him pour his own water, making such a ss at ho, who would want you with this attitude?”
Cressida Jones managed just a thin smile from the corner of her mouth.
After applying ice, Tim Payne applied burn ointnt. The grandmother wanted him to stay for dinner, but he declined politely.
Considering Cressida Jones’s leg condition, he did not let her escort him downstairs.
However, not long after his departure, Cressida Jones’s phone vibrated, receiving a ssage from him:
[The words I said to you today, I ant every single one.]
[Cressida Jones…]
[I want you.]
Cressida Jones clutched her phone, unconsciously touching the corner of her lips, feeling this surreal sensation.
If his confession tonight was sincere, then why did he say he wasn’t interested in her before? Was he just being prideful and too stubborn to admit it?
——
anwhile, Tim Payne, who had gone ho, seed to be in a particularly good mood. Although Cressida Jones did not give a clear response, at least she did not seem to reject him, and he felt that opportunities would always arise with a bit of effort.
After dinner, the family sat around chatting.
Martin Yates was also there tonight.
Talking about having spent the Lunar New Year’s Eve at the Hale Family, they planned to invite the Hale Family to the old house for a visit, as well as so other relatives and friends.
Asking Tim Payne for his opinion, he was looking at his phone, distractedly replying, “You guys arrange it.”
Julia Yates glanced at her brother, “Martin, why not invite her too…”
“And ntion the thing about you and her.”
What she was referring to,
was naturally their family connection.
Martin Yates had no objections and nodded in agreent.
The Payne Family had no objections either, and Julia Yates even looked deliberately at her son, “Tim, you don’t mind, do you?”
Tim Payne hadn’t heard a thing they were saying, only muttered in response, staring at his phone with furrowed brow:
Why isn’t she…
Replying to my ssage?
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