CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 140: "JACK YATES, LET GO!

The mountain wind was fierce at night, causing the trees to sway violently.

The sports car underneath the trees also rocked, as if in a contest with the trees, to see which could shake more intensely and last longer.

The sound of the shaking startled the birds in the forest.

Renee Winslow felt like she was one of those birds, rising up, floating and sinking, drifting into the air.

"Slow, slow down." Her soft voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, sweet and sticky, piercing into Jack Yates’ heart.

Jack Yates’ heart suddenly tightened, wrapped in the honey, making him feel both tender and itchy.

"Ha." He chuckled lowly, turned his head, and bit heavily on the girl’s earlobe, his voice low and deep, "Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, what exactly do you want, hmm?"

The "hmm" was exhaled with a hot breath, deeply and hoarsely entering Renee Winslow’s ears.

Renee Winslow pressed her lips tightly without speaking, her hand gripping his arm, gradually tightening, her nails digging into the flesh, breaking the skin on the man’s taut arm, drawing blood.

The searing pain from his arm did not make the man stop; he only became more intense.

"Jack, Jack Yates..." Renee Winslow’s voice trembled, "Stop, stop for a minute..."

Jack Yates’ eyes were dark and deep, his voice seemingly singed by charcoal, hoarse and heavy: "Can’t stop."

Renee Winslow looked up at the starry sky, the stars in her eyes swirling into fragmented shadows, finally bursting like fireworks, soaring into the clouds.

Her slender white neck arched back, her watery eyes, like peach blossoms, were dazed and unfocused.

Jack Yates buried himself in her neck, breathing heavily.

Renee Winslow returned to her senses, not yet catching her breath, feeling the man stirring again, she pushed him in a panic.

However, her weak strength was like an ant trying to move a tree in front of Jack Yates.

Jack Yates lifted her up, kissed her lips, and said, "One more time."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Just as Renee Winslow was about to resist desperately, Jack Yates’ phone rang.

Renee Winslow immediately felt a wave of relief, joy evident on her face, quickly saying, "Your phone is ringing, answer it."

Jack Yates handed the phone to her: "You answer it."

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It was three hours later when they returned from the mountain.

On the way back, Jack Yates was in a good mood, a satisfied and relaxed expression on his face, his previously sharp brows and eyes softened, filled with thick, unwavering affection.

Renee Winslow leaned against the leather seat, inwardly cursing countless times at the bastard man.

The promised "one more time" turned into multiple times.

If it weren’t getting too sticky and uncomfortable for both of them, he probably would have gone for "one more time," like a never-satisfied dog.

As they drove to the halfway point of the mountain, Jack Yates’ phone rang again.

This time, without waiting for Jack Yates to speak, Renee Winslow took the initiative to pick it up and answer.

A cold, deep voice spoke: "Speak."

Harvey Lancaster reported in a cold tone: "Third Brother, Caleb Yates has fainted."

Jack Yates’ voice was colder than Harvey Lancaster’s: "Splash water to wake him up."

Harvey Lancaster: "Alright"

Jack Yates continued: "If water doesn’t work, use electric shock."

Putting down the phone, Renee Winslow hesitated for a moment, then gathered her courage to say: "Can, can you spare him?"

Jack Yates’ eyes suddenly sharpened, his face turning serious, slowly turning his head to look at her: "Spare who?"

Renee Winslow was so frightened by his cold, fierce gaze that she shivered, biting her lip, speaking softly: "Caleb Yates."

After speaking, she hurriedly explained: "I’m not speaking for him or pleading for him. I’m doing it for me, for you, for us."

She spoke quickly and urgently, afraid that speaking slowly would lead to Jack Yates misunderstanding her.

However, even so, Jack Yates was bound to misunderstand.

The thick, sharp sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, the man chuckled with interest: "Oh? For us, in what way? Tell me."

Renee Winslow spoke sincerely: "After all, he’s your own nephew, your brother’s only blood, and your brother is no longer here."

Pausing, she watched Jack Yates’ expression, seeing no signs of anger before she continued to speak.

"If you cripple him, your dad, your grandfather, your family will only hate me more."

Saying this, she raised her hand to rest on Jack Yates’ arm and gave him a soft smile, gazing at him tenderly.

"You always say you want me to be with you, to stay by your side forever. But with your careless actions, you’ve pushed me into the eye of the storm, making me a target for everyone—how can I be with you like this?"

Jack Yates nodded: "That makes a lot of sense." Suddenly, he shifted the topic, asking firmly and chillily, "But are you pleading for him or for us?"

His gaze was deep and sharp, as if trying to look through Renee Winslow’s clear, bright eyes into her heart.

Renee Winslow met his gaze steadily, her voice growing softer: "Of course, it’s for us."

Jack Yates’ mouth curled into a playful smile: "But how are you going to make me believe you?"

Renee Winslow spoke urgently: "My whole being belongs to you, what can’t you believe?"

Jack Yates reached out to stroke her face, his thumb gently rubbing her lips: "Renee, you must know, I’m a businessman, and doing business requires a contract in black and white; I won’t trust empty promises. Unless you’re willing to..."

"To have a child with me," Jack Yates hadn’t finished his sentence when Renee Winslow interrupted him.

"Jack Yates, it turns out in your eyes, we are only in a business relationship."

She chuckled sarcastically: "So all those things you said before, about hiring a tutor for me, buying a school for me, letting me be a teacher, seems like mere empty promises."

Jack Yates was already displeased by the interruption, and listening to Renee Winslow’s deliberate misinterpretation made him frown instantly, his voice dropping sharply: "That’s not what I meant. I was saying..."

Renee Winslow interrupted again: "You don’t need to explain."

She laughed at herself softly, speaking in a faint voice: "Jack Yates, you’ve never considered me your girlfriend. In your eyes, I’m just a toy you can’t conquer. To put it bluntly, you’re too arrogant, because you get whatever you want; there’s nothing you can’t have. And because I haven’t yielded to you, you’re unwilling and employ all means to make me submit to you, thereby showcasing your supreme power and..."

"Have you said enough?"

This time, it was Renee Winslow’s turn to be interrupted by Jack Yates.

His voice was sharp as a blade, devoid of any warmth, and even his gaze was as cold as frost and snow.

Jack Yates’s brow lowered, a fierce expression surfacing in his eyes, his jawline tense then relaxed, his tongue pressing heavily against his teeth as he spoke coldly: "If you’re not pleading for him, perhaps I could let him go."

Renee Winslow heard his threat and laughed lightly: "Do as you please, after all, he’s your nephew, not mine. You can beat him to death; it has nothing to do with me."

Roar—

The sports car engine roared, speeding like lightning on the mountain road.

Back at the villa hotel, Renee Winslow quickly entered the bathroom. Just as she was about to close the door, Jack Yates forcefully entered, ignoring her resistance and pressed her hard against the wall.

Renee Winslow bit and hit him, expressing strong opposition: "Jack Yates, let go!"

Jack Yates held her tightly by the waist, his long fingers pressing firmly, his thin lips against her ear as he maliciously brushed her earlobe: "Give me a child, and I’ll let him go."

Renee Winslow found it amusing, chuckling lightly: "Why are you so stubborn about having a child?" After asking, she continued, "If you want a child so much, then go get married. After all, you’re already of marriageable age, and once you’re married, you can have as many children as you want."

Jack Yates laughed out of anger, controlling himself as he bit her ear, speaking heavily: "Do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?"

Renee Winslow replied: "I truly don’t understand."

She didn’t understand why Jack Yates insisted on her having a child.

Was it just to trap her?

But what was the purpose of trapping her?

Was it love?

She didn’t believe it was love.

If it’s love, why treat her this way?

To love someone is to make her happy.

However, all Jack Yates’ actions haven’t made her happy in the slightest.

He was dominant, overbearing, ruthless, doing whatever he wanted without ever considering her feelings.

Jack Yates had no trace of love for her; he merely wanted to control, possess, and conquer her.

So she would never give him a child, that was her ultimate boundary!

If Jack Yates insisted on breaking this boundary, her only recourse would be to fight him with her life.

"Renee." Jack Yates’ arms around her waist tightened with each inch, kissing her ear then her face, turning her face to press against her forehead, deliberately lowering his voice, speaking breathily: "Give me a child, will you?"

Having a child, she would transform from a girl to a mother, creating a blood bond.

Her kindness and gentleness would surely make her unwilling to abandon the child; then, even if she didn’t love him, she probably wouldn’t think about leaving him as she did now.

Renee Winslow tilted her head arrogantly: "What if I refuse?"