CHAPTER 142: CHAPTER 142: I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY "I LOVE YOU

Renee Winslow wished she could slap herself; why was she such a blabbermouth?

She knew Jack Yates wanted her to have a child, so why did she ask such a thing, digging her own grave?

"No." She didn’t dare meet Jack Yates’s gaze, nervously turning her head away, "I didn’t mean it, I was just asking casually."

Jack Yates sneered: "If you’re not going to have a baby, don’t ask. Mind your own business."

Renee Winslow nodded, obediently and gently agreeing: "Okay, I got it, I won’t say such things anymore."

Jack Yates saw her agree briskly and outright, without a hint of hesitation. Not only did this fail to please him, but it made him even more irritable.

Feeling pent-up fury, he wanted to make her cry, make her plead while crying.

Renee Winslow met Jack Yates’s abyss-like eyes, cold and dark, fierce and terrifying. Startled, she nervously brushed her hair by her ear, then turned to the bookshelf, pretending to be busy, glancing at one book then another.

Jack Yates watched her pretending to be busy, gritting his teeth in anger, as he fiercely inhaled on his cigarette, choking on the smoke.

Hearing him cough, Renee Winslow quickly turned, seeing Jack Yates hunched over coughing awkwardly. Instead of feeling pity, she chuckled, quickly covering her mouth.

Jack Yates looked up at her, his voice low and cold: "Come here."

Renee Winslow shuffled over, about to ask if he wanted some water, when Jack Yates pulled her by the waist and kissed her forcefully.

When the kiss ended, both were left breathless.

Renee Winslow noticed the lipstick mark on Jack Yates’s lips, knowing her lipstick must be messed up, maybe even all over her face.

She glared at Jack Yates, puffed up: "You’re so unreasonable!"

Jack Yates’s mood improved; he was no longer frustrated or angry, smiling mischievously and teasingly: "You just figured this out?"

Feeling annoyed, Renee Winslow ground her teeth, heading to the bedroom, muttering: "Jack Yates, I hope your health gives out soon!"

Jack Yates’s voice turned deep: "Renee Winslow, what are you mumbling?"

Renee Winslow quickly entered the bedroom, shutting the door.

She returned to the vanity mirror, reapplying lipstick, touching up her foundation, and drawing an eyeliner.

By the time they went out, it was already dusk.

Renee Winslow looked at the beautiful sunset, smiling warmly: "I wonder if tomorrow will be nice weather."

Jack Yates was infected by her bright and charming smile, and he smiled: "What counts as nice weather?"

Renee Winslow replied without hesitation: "Of course, sunny weather."

Jack Yates leaned closer to her face, a loving smile on his lips: "Rain is nice too."

"What’s good about rain?" Renee Winslow frowned, "I don’t like rain, it’s dark and damp, not comfortable at all."

Jack Yates kissed her forehead, his low voice with a laugh: "Listening to rain as a youth in the upper tower, red candles dimly light the chamber."

Studying Chinese literature, Renee Winslow naturally understood such lines, her face turning red as she gently pushed him: "You’re always so improper."

The man’s deep laughter spread, lazy and alluring.

"How can it be improper? This is clearly ’Willing to be a pair till death, not envying immortals’ top-tier romantic words."

Renee Winslow wanted to retort with "Is that top-tier romance? More like lower-tier lust," but ultimately resisted.

Seeing through but not speaking is also a kind of decorum.

The key is, she didn’t want to ruin Jack Yates’s enjoyment.

It’s rare that this man can speak a few pleasant words; if refuted, even if it doesn’t anger him, it may provoke curses.

Harvey Lancaster drove to a well-reputed restaurant, dining on Siamara cuisine.

Renee Winslow didn’t like salad-flavored dishes or curry-flavored ones, not caring for curry fish cakes.

But curry crab was okay, she ate quite a bit.

Her favorite was coconut chicken soup, and the durian crepe for dessert.

She loved durian and all durian-related foods.

After dinner, Jack Yates took her to the rooftop of the tallest building in the city to watch the night view.

Standing on the balcony, Renee Winslow gazed at the sparkling lights below, her heart swelling with an indescribable sour sensation.

This feeling was like being with Jack Yates.

In the vast arena of fame and fortune, she tread lightly, afraid of missteps leading to the abyss.

Suddenly, fireworks burst in the night, vibrant and dazzling, creating a splendid display.

Jack Yates hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her neck, his voice low and gentle: "Baby, if it scared you, let me ease your worry with a display of fireworks."

Renee Winslow said nothing, but her heart warmed, eyes watering, trickling down to Jack Yates’s hand.

Jack Yates wiped her tears, kissing the corner of her eye: "Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup."

Renee Winslow smiled despite her tears, playfully hitting him: "You’re annoying."

Jack Yates turned her to face the sky.

"Watch the fireworks."

Renee Winslow thought Jack Yates meant ordinary fireworks, but it turned out to be a grand drone light show.

In the pitch-black night, drones arranged into lines of poetry.

Willing to be a pair till death, not envying immortals.

Tang and Song poetry, the kind of romance only Cathans understand.

That night, the Maekong and The Vermilion District boiled over, all the Cathans were elated.

An hour later, domestic Weibo trending topics were filled with related discussions.

#Drone Poem Declaration#

#Maekong Chinese Businessman Love Confession#

#Chinese Magnate Love Confession#

#Extreme Romance Only Cathans Understand#

The dazzling drone light and fireworks lit up half of the sky.

Renee Winslow tilted her face, fireworks reflecting in her eyes, making them shine with starlight.

Jack Yates gazed into her bright eyes, seeing himself in them.

At that moment, he seemed to have entered her eyes, finally finding a brief place of rest.

"Jack Yates." Renee Winslow smiled at Jack Yates, her gaze softer than ever, "Thank you."

Jack Yates’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his tongue pressing against his palate, pulling her into his embrace to hide his unsettled state.

Renee Winslow buried her face in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, softly laughed, turning her face to lightly bite his chest.

Jack Yates’s Adam’s apple bobbed again, his big hand covering her head, restraining himself as he rubbed it.

"Renee Winslow." Jack Yates lowered his head, kissing her crown, his voice deep and magnetic, "I want to hear you say ’I love you’, say it to me, okay?"