CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 146: TEN YEARS OLDER IS JUST RIGHT

This isn’t an invitation to her birthday party, it’s an invitation to the ghost gate!

Renee Winslow dared not agree, nor would she.

Just as she was about to refuse, Jack Yates beat her to it and said, "She doesn’t want to."

The car door opened, and Jack Yates stepped out, walked over to Renee Winslow with a sullen face, pulling her into his arms and coolly said, "She doesn’t like attending strangers’ birthday parties."

After speaking, Jack Yates wrapped his arm around Renee Winslow and walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and pushed her inside.

Renee Winslow had just fastened her seatbelt when Jack Yates floored the gas and drove off.

After driving for some distance, they hit a traffic jam, and Jack Yates had to slow down and stop.

Renee Winslow turned her head, looking at Jack Yates’s sharp side profile, his features hard and stern, facial lines smooth and clear, a very handsome and righteous face.

In the glow of the setting sun, his face was outlined even more dashingly charming by the light and shadow.

Renee Winslow cautiously reached out, wanting to touch his face, and as soon as her fingertip touched it, she felt his facial muscles instantly tense up, hard as a rock.

His prominent Adam’s apple rolled down, and the man’s voice was cold and deep: "Sit properly!"

The tone was stern and cold, with not a hint of warmth.

Renee Winslow pursed her lips in grievance, puffing angrily as she retracted her hand and looked out the window.

Here he goes again!

On the phone, he was gentle, even teasing her with a smile, and now he was angry again!

Renee Winslow mumbled under her breath: "You’re always like this, always getting angry for no reason."

Jack Yates’s lips curved in a cold smile: "Renee Winslow, are you actually accusing me?"

"What do you mean?" Renee Winslow turned to him, "What do you mean I’m accusing you?"

The green light turned on, and Jack Yates started the car again, merging back into traffic.

"Literally." Jack Yates said in a cold tone.

Renee Winslow immediately knew this man was truly upset, and although she knew he was being unreasonable, she had no choice but to compromise, patiently explaining to him.

"That guy just now was in the same class and same major as me, from the next class over. I’m not familiar with him, we just know each other."

"Normally, when we see each other at school, we just nod and smile. We don’t have any private interactions. Just now, he called me because a doll fell off my bag, he walked behind me and picked it up for me."

Jack Yates said in a flat tone: "Picked up the doll for you, and conveniently invited you to his birthday party. Oh, it’s his twentieth birthday!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "twentieth birthday," biting them out through gritted teeth with exaggerated emphasis.

Afterward, he clicked his tongue: "Only twenty, so young."

Renee Winslow was speechless: "..."

After a brief two-second pause, Renee Winslow felt amused, deliberately provoking him: "Could it be that you’re actually insecure about your age?"

As soon as she said that, she clearly saw Jack Yates’s already tense facial outline tighten even more, his jaw line cold and hard.

Thick, sharp eyebrows slanted upwards as the man turned to look at her, his expression cold, arrogant, and fierce: "What nonsense are you spouting? Insecure? Huh, do you think the word ’insecure’ exists in my dictionary?"

He freed one hand and clasped Renee Winslow’s neck, pressing her head onto his shoulder forcefully: "Take a good look at your man’s appearance!"

Renee Winslow’s face rested against his shoulder, she nodded obediently: "Hmm hmm, very handsome, my man is very handsome."

Saying "my man," her cheeks suddenly felt hot, flushing red, even her neck and ears turning red.

Jack Yates finally curved his lips in satisfaction, loosening his grip, and ruffled her hair: "That ordinary-looking guy just now, he’s not even as good as Caleb Yates, you think he can compare to me?"

Renee Winslow shook her head straight: "He can’t!"

Jack Yates let out a smug laugh: "So, why would I be insecure?"

Renee Winslow: "You’re the one who sourly said twenty is really young."

Jack Yates: "..."

After Renee Winslow said it, she regretted it and quickly explained: "But I like mature men, ten years older is just right."

Jack Yates’s grip on the steering wheel suddenly tightened, his Adam’s apple rolling rapidly. He stopped again, and when he turned to look at Renee Winslow, his gaze was as deep as the sea: "Say it again."

Renee Winslow didn’t say another word, turning her face away.

Jack Yates raised his hand to stroke her head: "Good girl, say it and I’ll forgive you."

"Who wants you to forgive me?" Renee Winslow suddenly turned back, "I didn’t do anything wrong. Not to mention I didn’t agree to his invitation, even if I did, so what?"

Jack Yates squinted his eyes.

Renee Winslow: "Jack Yates, you always say I should follow you properly, always follow you. But your behavior is really suffocating, who would be willing to follow you for a lifetime?"

Jack Yates laughed in furious anger, his lips curling up over and over, laughing coldly and wickedly.

Though Renee Winslow was actually very scared, she still mustered the courage to continue: "I am a person, not your plaything, and a person has social activities. A classmate or friend inviting me to a birthday party, whether I want to attend or can attend, shouldn’t be decided by you, but by me. If I want to attend, I’ll attend, if I don’t want to, I won’t."

Jack Yates drove the car to the side of a square, parked, unbuckled his seatbelt, turned around, and leaned over Renee Winslow, clutching her chin with a big hand.

"Not by me, and you want to attend if you want to?" Jack Yates’s voice was chilling to the extreme, ice-cold with a touch of ruthlessness, "Who gave you the courage to say that?"

Renee Winslow slapped his hand away: "If you just view me as a Canary, then don’t say you want me to love you, to always follow you! That would make me feel nauseous!"

Jack Yates was so angry that his breathing became heavy, his grip on her chin suddenly tightened.

Renee Winslow felt the physical pain, tears welled up, but she stubbornly held back her voice.

Jack Yates lowered his head, biting her lip hard.

Renee Winslow’s skin was tender, her lips delicate, a light bite was all it took to break the skin.

Beads of blood emerged, which Jack Yates sucked away, re-entering Renee Winslow’s mouth.

Renee Winslow pushed him away forcefully, wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, gasping for breath.

Jack Yates lit a cigarette, biting the tip, saying: "I don’t want to argue with you, be good, don’t anger me again."

Renee Winslow: "Is it me who wants to argue with you? It’s you who’s going crazy..."

"Renee Winslow!" Jack Yates’s voice sharpened, "Be good, stop talking."

Renee Winslow once again felt a wave of helplessness, why does he have to be like this? Why?

She explained patiently to him, yet he refused to listen and sarcastically used age against her.

She teasingly spoke to him, and he just wouldn’t let it go.

What does he actually want?

Does he really want to keep her like a Canary, locking her in a cage, stripping away her freedom for him to be happy?

But why?

Why?

Tears welled up in Renee Winslow’s eyes, her voice choked: "Jack Yates, what on earth do you want? Or rather, what exactly do you want?"

Jack Yates exhaled a puff of smoke, faintly curling his lips, looking at her with a seemingly smile: "Don’t you already know what I want?"