CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: ARE YOU STILL MY GIRLFRIEND?

Renee froze for a moment, and before she realized it, a long, slender hand with defined knuckles had already gripped the back of her neck.

As the saying goes, you may not have eaten pork, but haven’t you seen pigs run?

Renee was like that. Although she had never been in a relationship, she understood the basics between men and women. After all, she was an adult university student. If she didn’t even know those fundamental theories, it wouldn’t be innocence but ignorance.

Because she understood, her entire face seemed to heat up, blushing from her face to her neck.

Rage ignited in an instant, rushing straight to her head.

In a moment of anger, she did something bold, and after doing it, she fled in panic, leaning against the door, nervously looking at Jack Yates.

Jack Yates laughed, his sharp, sexy thin lips slightly upturned, smiling both coldly and wickedly: "What are you hiding from?"

Renee pressed her lips tightly, saying nothing, standing by the door looking uneasy, like a child who had done something wrong.

Jack Yates looked at her, his gaze deep and profound, full of pressure.

Under his powerful presence, Renee’s legs trembled, hurriedly looking down, not daring to meet his gaze.

Jack Yates spoke coldly: "You dare to bite but not dare to face me?"

Renee raised her head: "You’re the one who went too far. If you hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have bitten you."

His Adam’s apple rolled, Jack Yates squinted his eyes: "What did I do?"

Renee didn’t answer him. If she continued, the conversation would become inappropriate.

She hurriedly shifted the topic back to the main issue: "Is what you promised earlier still valid?"

Jack Yates forcibly suppressed his irritation, his voice calm: "What did I promise you?"

Renee struggled to speak: "My grandfather’s hospitalization..."

Seeing Jack Yates’s cold expression, she couldn’t continue.

"Sorry to disturb you."

She turned the door handle, intending to exit the study.

Jack Yates’s face darkened: "Try taking a step outside?"

Renee turned back to look at him: "What exactly do you want?"

The wheelchair slid in front of her, and Jack Yates reached out to hook her waist, pulling her back onto his lap.

Renee didn’t want to sit on his lap at all, she propped herself up on the wheelchair trying to stand.

Jack Yates tightened his arm, his large hand pinching her waist as he pressed her into his embrace, his voice deep and hoarse: "Don’t move."

Renee’s back tensed up, her cheeks suddenly heated, silently cursing him as shameless.

But outwardly, she had to act understanding for his benefit, speaking gently: "Mr. Yates, please don’t do this. Your leg is already injured, what if..."

Jack Yates suddenly bit her neck.

Renee gasped: "It hurts."

Jack Yates pulled back, his gaze darker.

Renee quickly shifted forward, and Jack Yates didn’t stop her, releasing his grip. As Renee got up, he swiftly turned the wheelchair away.

Renee acted as if she didn’t know anything, tidying her slightly messy hair and clothes, speaking again: "Mr. Yates, about my grandfather’s hospitalization..."

Jack Yates: "The money has already been sent, and your grandfather has been moved to the VIP ward."

Renee was shocked: "You already sent the money? When did this happen?"

Jack Yates lowered his eyes to glance at his now-flat pants, turned the wheelchair back towards her: "Five o’clock this afternoon."

Renee: "..."

At five o’clock, that’s when Caleb had just returned from work, and she called Caleb to the garden asking him to take her back.

This means that from that moment, Jack Yates had already set everything up, just waiting for her to jump in.

But the news of her grandfather’s illness, she only learned in the evening. Before that, she had no idea her grandfather was sick.

Yet Jack Yates knew of her grandfather’s illness even before her, and had arranged for it in advance.

Judging by this, Jack Yates’s setup started even earlier, was it when she came looking for the cat yesterday?

No, Renee suddenly realized, the cat yesterday was also pre-arranged by him.

Renee looked at Jack Yates in shock, she could swear that before coming to The Yates Family, she had never seen Jack Yates.

"Mr. Yates, have we met before?"

"Renee, Renee Winslow!" Outside the door, Caleb’s voice roared.

Renee nervously looked at Jack Yates.

Jack Yates didn’t blink, calmly meeting her eyes.

Caleb continued to shout: "Uncle Jack! Uncle Jack, I called grandma, she’s coming back tomorrow!"

Renee became even more anxious, stepping closer to Jack Yates and understandingly said: "I’ll go out and explain to him."

Not only was Jack Yates unmoved by her thoughtfulness, but an unfounded fury arose in him.

His throat suddenly felt both irritated and itchy, he wanted to smoke.

He grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the table, shook one out and held it between his lips, raising his chin towards her.

Renee didn’t understand, confusedly looking at him.

Jack Yates: "The lighter."

Renee: "..."

The lighter is right on the table, can’t you grab it yourself?

However, she didn’t dare say that, turning to pick up the lighter and handing it to Jack Yates.

Jack Yates didn’t take it, holding the cigarette between his lips, gazing deeply at her.

Renee bent down, clicked the lighter close to his face, lighting his cigarette.

They were very close, and Renee observed his face up close, his facial features were as if carved by a knife, with a sharp jawline, high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, thin lips that were both sexy and sharp, loosely holding a cigarette. The stern and sharp coldness of his face was contrasted by the somewhat roguish act of smoking, adding a hint of danger to his aura.

Renee’s heart raced inexplicably, her hand holding the lighter trembling slightly.

Jack Yates gripped her wrist, took the cigarette from his lips with two fingers, smiling playfully: "Why are you shaking?"

Renee’s face grew hot, she hastily shoved the lighter into the breast pocket of his shirt, turned away: "If you don’t let me out, your nephew might call the police."

Jack Yates sneered: "He doesn’t have the guts."

Renee pulled her hand away: "I’ll explain things clearly to him."

Jack Yates blew out smoke: "Explain what?"

Renee felt powerless: "Mr. Yates, I am still Caleb’s girlfriend. Being like this with you behind his back isn’t good to talk about. I’m fine with it, but I’m worried it might affect your reputation."

Jack Yates chuckled lightly: "You’re quite considerate."

Renee: "Rest assured, from this moment forward, I will definitely keep this secret, until we part ways, I won’t let anyone know we were ever involved."

Jack Yates took a harsh drag from his cigarette, pointing with a finger: "Out."

He feared he might not be able to resist wanting her here, even more so he was afraid he couldn’t control his anger and hurt her.

Renee opened the door and walked out of the study. As soon as she was out, Caleb charged at her like a cannonball.

"Renee." Caleb tightly gripped her shoulders, "Did Jack Yates do anything to you?"

The wheelchair slid out, Jack Yates’s voice was icy: "Let go."

Caleb looked at Jack Yates: "Uncle Jack, Renee is mine..."

Jack Yates tightened his jaw, his sharp jawline cold and hard, his expression ruthless and intense as he watched him.

Caleb looked at Renee: "Renee..."

Renee hurriedly spoke: "Mr. Yates injured his leg and can’t move easily. He wants someone to care for him for two months, and since I have nothing to do during summer break, I volunteered to be Mr. Yates’s caregiver."

Caleb obviously didn’t believe her: "You rushed over to Uncle Jack just for this?"

Renee: "Yes, my grandfather is ill and hospitalized, and I need money. So I came to be Mr. Yates’s caregiver; he’s already given me an advance on my salary."

Caleb asked: "Why didn’t you tell me you needed money?"

Renee turned her head away: "I don’t want to ask you for money."

Caleb grabbed her arm: "Are you still my girlfriend?"