CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: CAN I REALLY LEAVE?

Jack Yates’ flight was at six in the morning; he had gotten up at five. When he left the hotel, Renee Winslow was still asleep, lost in her dreams.

Watching the peaceful look on her face as she slept, a gentle smile graced Jack Yates’ lips, even his gaze softened.

The man leaned down, planting a kiss on her cheek; touching the girl’s soft, smooth skin, his heart softened, suddenly making him hesitant to leave.

Kyle Sheffield waited downstairs, glancing at his wristwatch. They were already ten minutes late for their agreed departure time, yet Jack Yates hadn’t come out.

This wasn’t Jack Yates’ typical style; he was always punctual, never being late for anything.

Kyle Sheffield waited another five minutes. Jack Yates still hadn’t come out, and he couldn’t wait any longer. If they hit traffic, they’d miss the flight, and the next one to Constantium wasn’t until three in the afternoon.

Missing the six o’clock flight also meant missing the connection to Kharun, which would delay many matters.

Their trip to Kharun was for urgent matters, and the earlier they got there, the better.

Kyle Sheffield took out his phone and called Jack Yates.

Jack Yates hung up the phone, reluctantly leaving Renee Winslow’s lips, and headed out with his suitcase.

Harvey Lancaster took his suitcase from him, speaking quietly: "Third Brother, let me come with you to Kharun this time..."

Jack Yates turned to look at him, his voice low and cold, "Is what I say no longer effective? Stay here and take good care of her."

Harvey Lancaster replied respectfully, "Alright."

Despite his many questions, Harvey Lancaster remained silent.

As a personal bodyguard and assistant, Harvey Lancaster knew that in this situation, he shouldn’t ask questions and should simply obey orders.

The two entered the elevator, and once the doors closed, Jack Yates glanced at the tall, imposing man reflected on the elevator walls. He patted Harvey on the shoulder, solemnly saying, "Protecting her is the same as protecting me."

Harvey Lancaster looked at Jack Yates in surprise, then nodded heavily, "Rest assured, Third Brother, I will definitely protect Miss Winslow."

Jack Yates reminded him, "Apart from her personal safety, pay close attention to the people she interacts with. Don’t let those messy guys get near her."

Harvey Lancaster: "...Understood."

Jack Yates sat in the black painted Maybach, instructing Harvey Lancaster again, "She should wake up by eleven at the latest. Once she wakes, have her eat something to settle her stomach, then take her out for lunch. After that, take her out for a walk."

Harvey Lancaster: "Understood."

Jack Yates added, "Amos Underwood arranged for an accompanying translator; if they’re suitable, keep them, otherwise, replace them immediately."

Harvey Lancaster: "Understood."

Kyle Sheffield anxiously glanced at his wristwatch, reminding appropriately, "Mr. Yates, if we don’t leave now, we really won’t make it."

The car door closed, and the black Maybach sped away.

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Last night, after returning from The banks of the Seraphine, Jack Yates forcefully but tenderly held Renee Winslow in the bathroom and on the sofa, demanding her once each; in bed before sleep, he entwined with her again.

As for the furry pink fox tail, Renee Winslow finally understood its use.

Jack Yates initially wanted to put it on her, but when the silicone tip approached, Renee Winslow screamed in fright, clinging to Jack Yates’ neck, crying and fussing, only for Jack Yates to let her off ultimately.

Although Jack Yates let her off temporarily, Renee Winslow could feel Jack Yates really wanted her to wear it. Moreover, he even had ideas about trying from behind.

After the event, Renee Winslow was so exhausted she fell asleep without knowing the exact time; she only knew the third round started at past eleven, as per Jack Yates’ duration, it wouldn’t be less than an hour.

With all the fuss at night, Renee Winslow woke up late, nearly eleven when she did.

She woke, drank a glass of water, casually tied her hair, and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

After finishing her routine, her phone on the table rang.

Right on time, eleven o’clock, Harvey Lancaster called her.

Changing clothes, Renee Winslow opened the door to find Harvey standing outside, holding some bread and milk.

Harvey Lancaster handed her the bread and milk: "Third Brother said you should eat something first to settle your stomach. We’ll head out for lunch later."

Renee Winslow took the milk and bread, smiling gently: "Thank you." Then she jokingly asked, "Did you just arrive or have you been standing here the whole time?"

Harvey Lancaster answered truthfully, "Arrived five minutes ago," and added, "Third Brother predicted you’d wake up by eleven at the latest."

Renee Winslow was somewhat surprised, not expecting Jack Yates to know her biological clock so well, even knowing the approximate time she would wake up.

The two headed downstairs, and in the lobby, there was a young girl of Asian descent sitting on the sofa.

Upon seeing Renee Winslow, the girl elegantly rose, smiled, approached, and proactively extended her hand: "Hello, I’m Beatrice Llewellyn, the translator Mr. Underwood arranged for you."

Renee Winslow looked at Harvey Lancaster in confusion, and before she spoke, Harvey Lancaster explained proactively: "None of us speak English. Mr. Yates arranged for Amos Underwood to provide us a translator. Miss Llewellyn is fluent in Chinese, English, and French."

Renee Winslow’s admiration shined through her eyes as she looked at Beatrice Llewellyn. The girl before her was not only beautiful with a great figure, but she was also talented, fluent in three languages!

The more Renee Winslow looked, the more admiration she felt, her eyes revealing undisguised envy, as she praised, "You’re truly impressive."

Beatrice Llewellyn smiled warmly: "You’re too kind."

Seeing that the other clearly seemed older, yet addressed her so formally, Renee Winslow felt a bit shy: "You’re too polite. I’m Renee Winslow; you can call me Renee."

Beatrice Llewellyn naturally linked arms with her: "Alright, from now on, I’ll call you Renee." She added, "I’m older than you; if you don’t mind, you can call me Beatrice."

Renee Winslow responded with a smile: "Alright, Beatrice."

The three got into the car, with Harvey Lancaster driving.

Looking at the vibrant Beatrice Llewellyn, Renee Winslow complimented, "Sister, your name sounds lovely, like a Soran pop star’s name."

Beatrice Llewellyn chuckled: "I have a twin sister named Ginny Llewellyn."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Beatrice Llewellyn continued, "Also, an older sister named Frances Llewellyn and a younger sister named Joy Llewellyn."

It seemed these names weren’t picked for their modern sound but pointed to a family favoring sons over daughters, likely from a rural background.

Beatrice Llewellyn gently hugged Renee Winslow’s shoulder, laughing beautifully: "But I usually don’t mention my sisters’ names to others, keeping my own fashionable and elegant."

They dined at a French restaurant by The banks of the Seraphine, and after that, Harvey Lancaster acted as the driver while Beatrice Llewellyn served as their guide. They visited Royal Plaza, toured a palace in Louis XVI architectural style, and at dusk, rested at The Swan Cafe.

Renee Winslow chatted with Beatrice Llewellyn throughout the afternoon. As they sat quietly in the elegant, vintage The Swan Cafe, both gazed at the sunset outside the window.

Returning her gaze inside, Beatrice Llewellyn laughed, saying: "Actually, this cafe is only historically significant due to its age; the environment and service aren’t..."

At this point, Beatrice Llewellyn shrugged: "Just ordinary."

Renee Winslow smiled, sipping her coffee lightly: "I think it’s pretty nice."

The sunset bathed the cafe in warm light through the windows, illuminating the girl’s delicate, soft face, making her glow even whiter and cleaner.

Unable to resist, Beatrice Llewellyn gently touched her cheek, smiling as she spoke: "Many people on their first visit like to sit here similarly, the domestic equivalent of checking in."

Renee Winslow continued chatting with Beatrice Llewellyn, increasingly engrossed, looking at Beatrice Llewellyn’s bright and confident demeanor with deep admiration mixed with a hint of sadness.

She didn’t want to be a caged Canary with clipped wings; she wanted to be like Beatrice Llewellyn.

Independent, free, confident, sunny, graceful.

At this moment, a strong urge to leave Jack Yates surged within her.

And the few messages from Caleb Yates suddenly flickered in her mind.

Her chest heated, her breathing quickened; could she really leave?

What if she failed?