CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110: "IT’S JUST MY BACK THAT’S HURT, NOT MY WAIST.

The bathroom was filled with steam and a hazy mist.

Renee Winslow found it increasingly difficult to breathe in the steam-filled bathroom, and she forcefully pushed Jack Yates away, gasping for air.

As soon as she entered, he had pressed her down and kissed her, not giving her a chance to see his face clearly.

Now she saw that his face, neck, and shoulders were covered in bloody whip marks. The right corner of his mouth was swollen—not from a bite, but from a blow—leaving a deep red mark extending to his jaw.

Seeing him like this, it was impossible for Renee to feel nothing.

"What happened to your face?" She lifted her hand to hold his sharply-defined face, lightly touching the injury with her thumb, "Does it hurt?"

Jack Yates didn’t speak, his gaze deep and inscrutable, as if holding a smoldering fire within.

Renee’s eyes stung as tears filled her eyes, and she choked up, "Is it because of me?"

Jack Yates still held her tightly, pressing his chin against her neck, his face nuzzling hers, his voice hoarse, "No, it has nothing to do with you, Renee."

Renee closed her eyes, tears streaming down.

"Jack Yates, maybe you should..."

"Should what?" Jack tilted his head, biting gently on her delicate white ear, his voice tight and hoarse, "Unless I don’t want you anymore, no one can separate us, not even you."

Renee cried silently, opening her mouth but unable to speak.

Jack Yates kissed her lovingly: "But I’ll never stop wanting you, Renee. Don’t think about leaving me, okay?"

Renee cried and said, "Jack Yates, I’m not good. I’m not good at all. I’ve never liked you from the beginning to the end. Being with you was only because you forced me, and I had no choice. And by forcing yourself on me, you’ve upset your whole family, driving them away. It’s not worth it; it’s really not worth it."

Jack Yates held her tighter, kissing her neck as if drinking poison to quench his thirst: "Whether it’s worth it or not is up to me to decide."

Still the same overbearing dominance, leaving no room for compromise.

Renee felt he was particularly like a spoiled child, fixated on a toy he must have, unwilling to settle for anything else, determined to get what he had set his eyes on!

But she had been with him for a year now—what more did he want? What was he dissatisfied with? Was he expecting her to have his child?

Renee stepped back from his embrace, looking at his face marred with battle scars, her eyebrows knitted slightly: "Can you tell me why? Why does it have to be me? Besides, after a year, aren’t you tired of me yet?"

Jack Yates wrapped one arm around her waist, the other propping against the door, his whip-scarred back arching slightly as he looked down at her and suddenly smiled.

"Renee Winslow," the man lifted the hand wrapping her soft waist to pinch her face, "do you even have a heart?"

Of course, Renee has a heart, but it doesn’t belong to Jack Yates.

She had indeed been moved, during last winter break when she was sick with a fever, and he had flown to Vintara to see her, even arranging for a doctor.

At that time, she was touched and began to have feelings for him, but he cruelly left. The series of events afterward made it impossible for her to develop feelings for such a dark, obsessive, and volatile man.

Renee didn’t answer him, changing the subject instead: "You still have injuries; hurry up and wash up. Afterward, go to the hospital in case of infection or suppuration."

Jack Yates pulled her hand to his chest: "It hurts too much to wash."

Renee knew he wanted her help to wash.

"Turn around, let me look at your back."

Jack Yates turned around, and at just one glance, Renee’s eyes reddened.

She raised her hand, gently touching the bloody wounds on his back: "It’s so severe, you can’t wash it. It would fall apart, and it would be very painful."

Jack Yates: "Then kiss it."

Renee found it impossible to kiss his bloody back, but she hugged his waist, placing her soft lips gently on his tense back, leaving a light kiss.

Jack Yates let out a low laugh: "Now it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Renee held him tight: "Jack Yates, you’re terrible, making me feel bad on purpose."

Jack Yates suddenly turned around and lifted her up: "Seeing my injuries, you did it on purpose, didn’t you?"

Renee’s face flushed: "I didn’t."

Jack Yates bit gently on her delicate white chin: "Baby, it’s just my back that’s injured, not my waist."

With that, he carried her under the shower nozzle.

By the time they came out of the bathroom, Renee was being carried by Jack Yates.

Returning to the bedroom, Renee forced her achy legs to get out of bed and find the first aid kit.

She suggested Jack Yates go to the hospital, but he stubbornly refused, so she could only help him with some simple treatment at home.

Jack Yates lay prone on the bed, while Renee sat on the edge, using iodine to disinfect him. After spraying some hemostatic spray, she was about to wrap him with gauze, but he stopped her.

"No need." He casually grabbed a cotton pajama top and put it on.

Renee saw him getting dressed as rough and quick as usual and quickly reminded him: "Be careful, don’t scrape the wounds."

Jack Yates’s lips curled into a smile: "Worried about me?"