CHAPTER 101: CHAPTER 101: "WAIT FOR ME TO COME BACK, OKAY?

Even though Renee Winslow didn’t know the purpose of that tail, facing Jack Yates’ malicious smile, she instinctively felt scared and involuntarily retreated.

Jack Yates didn’t like Renee Winslow avoiding him. Seeing her cower and resist him like this, a surge of anger inexplicably rose within him.

"What are you afraid of?" Jack Yates pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, touched her face with the tip of his nose, and said heavily, "Do you know what this is?"

Renee Winslow shook her head and whispered back, "I don’t know."

Jack Yates pressed her against his chest, his thin lips brushed past her ear, and in a low, raspy, and somewhat seductive voice, he said, "Then what are you afraid of?"

Renee Winslow wanted to say "I’m afraid of you, not that tail," but such words would undoubtedly be like lighting the fuse of an explosive device. Saying it would immediately ignite Jack Yates, a human explosive, and even if it didn’t kill her, it would surely hurt her.

She didn’t dare to tell the truth and could only lower her head and pretend to be a quail.

Jack Yates didn’t trouble her further, casually tossed the tail onto the bed, and, with his arms around her waist, asked, "Have you had dinner?"

Renee Winslow softly replied, "Yes, have you?"

Of course, Jack Yates had eaten; he wasn’t desperate for money.

However, he said, "No, I rushed back to accompany you after work."

Renee Winslow couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or not from his expression.

"Then go eat. I checked, the restaurant in this hotel serves food 24 hours a day."

Jack Yates took her hand and led her outside, "I’ll take you out to eat."

The banks of the Seraphine were ablaze with lights, with towering Gothic-style buildings standing on both sides. Light from the huge stained glass windows inside cast a dreamy and enchanting glow. The river surface shimmered under the lights, as if strewn with countless fragments of gold.

It was midsummer, and the sycamore trees by the river shaded the sky, casting shadows on the embankment.

Jack Yates stood in the shadows, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, and smoke drifted up slowly along the veins of his hand.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the smoke weaving around him, Jack’s face appeared more profound, with desire and ambition barely concealed between his brows. This ambition and desire made his face appear especially sharp, creating an intimidating sense of pressure.

Yet one couldn’t deny that his profound, sharp face was extremely handsome.

If, Renee Winslow pondered in her heart, if from the beginning Jack Yates hadn’t forced her or treated her as a toy to be controlled at his side and instead showed her enough respect, perhaps she would have fallen for him long ago.

But alas, there are no ’ifs’. The greatest regret in this world is the absence of ’ifs’.

Besides, if Jack Yates could respect her, he wouldn’t be Jack Yates.

He was born into a high-status family, inherently gifted, and by his early twenties, he had both fame and fortune. Now he had both power and money.

How could such a person not be proud and aloof?

Perhaps, at his core, Jack Yates wasn’t inherently bad; maybe his essence was good. However, being a man, a successful man with great power, he didn’t understand how to respect women in romantic relationships. Not only did he lack respect, he even displayed the worst of men very openly.

After all, with his position and ability, in his eyes, it should be the women approaching him, rather than him lowering himself to seek the favor of any woman.

Not to mention Jack Yates, even The Warlord Emperor, a historically acclaimed figure, had different approaches to dealing with women and the nation.

To his nation, he was a wise ruler, expanding territories, driving out foreign invaders, thus allowing the Celestrians to stand tall.

But towards women, Charles Langdon’s heart was cold and hard.

There were rumors of emperors keeping concubines or having witchcraft scandals.

None of the women who loved him or whom he loved had a good ending.

"Lost in thought?" Jack Yates suddenly approached, with an amused smile on his lips.

Renee Winslow snapped back to reality, her cheeks slightly flushed, and hurriedly looked away.

Jack Yates stubbed out his cigarette and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her head, exhaling the last puff of smoke slowly.

The smoke swirling in front of Renee Winslow made her cough repeatedly, one hand covering her nose and mouth and the other fanning the air in front of her face.

He’s truly mischievous, this man is really quite mischievous, and she doesn’t know if he shows this trait only in front of her or to others as well.

Jack Yates released her, ruffling her head with his large hand, "Didn’t know to dodge at this time?"

Renee Winslow quickly stepped aside, standing far away from him, and said resentfully, "Can you stop blowing smoke at me? I feel uncomfortable with the smell of smoke."

Jack Yates, with a casual demeanor, leaned against the railing, a corner of his mouth curling up, "Sure."

Renee Winslow saw him agree so readily and gave him a soft smile.

Seeing her soft and serene smile, Jack Yates felt a flutter in his heart, and he suddenly reacted, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he beckoned to her with a hand, "Come here."

As soon as Renee Winslow approached him, she was pulled into his arms.

The muscles in his arms tightened, strong and powerful, pulling her directly into his chest.

Renee Winslow was about to step back, but he held her even tighter. The two of them embraced closely, and Renee Winslow froze.

She raised her head, looking at him in surprise—why suddenly...

Jack Yates fished a mint candy out of his pocket and placed it in her hand.

Renee Winslow said, "I don’t like mint candies."

Jack Yates said, "Feed it to me."

Renee Winslow unwrapped the mint candy, pinching the small round candy and bringing it to his mouth.

Jack Yates, his gaze deep, opened his mouth and took the candy from between her fingers.

The wet, soft tongue brushed against her fingertips, sending a shiver through Renee Winslow, who quickly withdrew her hand.

As she was about to take a few steps away, Jack Yates embraced her again, pressing her against the railing, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Renee Winslow breathed rapidly, her eyes misty.

Jack Yates’ breathing was also uneven, his chest heaving intensely.

"Sweetheart," he held her waist, his large hand gently caressing her flushed face, his deep eyes staring darkly at her, "settle your heart with me, will you?"

In almost thirty years of life, she was the only girl he had eyes for, wanting to treat her well.

Renee Winslow replied with a smile, "I’m with you now, aren’t I?"

The hand stroking her face slowly slid down, his long fingers resting on her chest, and in a hoarse voice, he said, "Here, I want here, will you give it to me?"

The light from the riverbanks pierced his eyes, like the fires of purgatory burning.

In his eyes, Renee Winslow saw herself as if engulfed in scorching flames.

"Third brother," Renee Winslow smiled as she met his gaze and said softly, "I can’t control this heart."

Jack Yates’ face instantly darkened, the fire in his eyes burning even more fiercely.

Yet Renee Winslow only smiled more gently and compliantly, "But you can take it yourself."

Jack Yates laughed immediately, using his forefinger to hook her chin upwards, grinning mischievously and seductively, "Playing with me?"

Renee Winslow was forced to raise her head, "I don’t dare."

Jack Yates bit her lip, the corners of his mouth curling deeply, "I’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning, wait obediently for me to come back."

Renee Winslow gently agreed, "Okay."

Seeing not a trace of reluctance in her eyes, Jack Yates felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest and emphasized again, "Wait for me to come back, will you?"