CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 152: "MY HAND IS THE RULER.

Renee Winslow asked, and could clearly feel Jack Yates’ shoulder muscles tense up even more. She didn’t need to look to know Jack’s face must be very unpleasant.

Actually, she regretted it as soon as she said it. She shouldn’t have said such things, at least not at this moment.

Anyway, everything Jack Yates did was for her. Whether he’s domineering or arrogant, it was all to vent her anger.

And yet she said such things at this moment, inevitably dampening the mood.

Renee Winslow felt a little guilty, rested her head on his shoulder, and gently apologized: "Sorry, Third Brother, I..."

Jack Yates: "You’re right."

Renee Winslow suddenly lifted her head, looked at him in surprise, pursed her lips, and in the end, all her words turned into silence.

Jack Yates curled his lips: "But what I’m thinking is, my Renee, will one day stand on her own, become a dazzling girl, and walk with me through wind and rain."

Renee Winslow had thought he might get angry again or respond coldly, but she never expected him to say such words, causing a sharp pain in her chest suddenly, a bitter ache.

After Jack Yates finished speaking, he remained silent, driving the car in silence.

On the way back, the car was so quiet that only each other’s breathing could be heard.

When they got home, walked into the bedroom, and saw Jack Yates’s unopened luggage, Renee Winslow suddenly realized that Jack had just returned from abroad today. He flew for more than ten hours, then drove to the school to pick her up, took her out, and when she was bullied, he risked offending friends to vent her anger.

But what she thought was the subsequent troubles Jack Yates’s actions might bring her.

Suddenly, her heart felt both bitter and swollen, unbearable.

Renee Winslow abruptly turned around, hugged Jack Yates’s waist, and rubbed her face against his chest.

Jack Yates patted her back: "Let’s go downstairs to eat first, and we’ll talk afterward."

Renee Winslow opened her mouth and bit his chest lightly, then buried her face in his arms again.

Jack Yates laughed: "Good girl, let’s eat first, and then you can bite."

After dinner, Jack Yates went to the study to handle work, while Renee Winslow returned upstairs to the bedroom and sat in the lazy chair by the window reading a book.

Outside the window was an expanse of lawns, appearing vast and lonely in the night.

Renee Winslow thought as she looked at the empty lawn, if only there could be some osmanthus trees planted here, by autumn, the whole garden would be fragrant.

She liked the scent of osmanthus, faint and sweet, not much was needed, two or three trees would be enough. Too many, and the faint fragrance would become strong.

Too much is as bad as not enough; once it becomes strong, it’s no longer pleasant.

Jack Yates walked into the room to find a tranquil picture of well-being.

Under the gentle lighting, the girl with loose, silky black hair sat in the chair by the window, her fair and delicate face glistening, having a small, elegant nose and rosy lips looking tender.

The night breeze moved the girl’s long hair, soft strands floating in the air, swaying and swinging, weaving their way into Jack Yates’s heart, binding it, coil after coil.

Jack Yates, caught up in her hair like threads of emotion, felt his breath catch, restraining the burgeoning desires, and walked over with a calm expression.

Renee Winslow heard footsteps, flicked her hair and turned around, smiled softly seeing Jack Yates: "Finished with work?"

Jack Yates walked to the edge of the chair, bent down and hugged her, burying his face in her neck, and took a heavy breath.

The warm breath sprayed on her neck made it itchy, Renee Winslow shrank away and pushed him: "Stop it, it tickles."

Jack Yates held the armrests of the chair, arching his back, leaning over her, his voice low and magnetic: "I haven’t started yet, how could I stop, huh?"

Listening to his unreasonable flirtation, Renee Winslow shyly lifted her leg to kick him.

However, before her foot touched his clothes, he grabbed her ankle.

Jack Yates raised her ankle, lifting her leg, turned his head and bit lightly on the back of her alabaster foot.

"Jack Yates!" Renee Winslow’s face got even redder, shyly biting her lip, looking at him with a mixed gaze of coyness and anger.

Jack Yates’s gaze darkened, rolling his Adam’s apple, replied hoarsely: "Jack Yates is here."

As Renee Winslow listened to his hoarse "Jack Yates is here," her heart inexplicably raced, jumping so fast her breath was out of sync.

Jack Yates picked her up, supporting her bottom with both hands, holding her like a child.

Sudden loss of gravity scared Renee Winslow into quickly holding onto his neck.

Jack Yates carried her up higher, chuckled: "Not bad, gained some weight."

Renee Winslow immediately retorted: "No way, I don’t feel fat."

Jack Yates curled his lips, smiling roguishly and alluringly: "The places that need to be fat are." And said, "My hands are the measure."

Renee Winslow hit his shoulder hard a few times: "You’re so bad."

Jack Yates raised an eyebrow with a roguish smile: "Since you’ve said so, if I don’t do something bad, wouldn’t I be wrongfully blamed?"

He calls her "Chubby," usually on the bed or when flirting.

Clearly, it’s the latter now, he’s deliberately teasing her.

Renee Winslow struggled a bit: "Put me down."

Jack Yates didn’t, hugging her more tightly, carried her to the balcony, together looking at the lawn downstairs.

"Here." Renee Winslow pointed to the empty lawn, "Can we plant some osmanthus trees here?"

Jack Yates kissed her lightly on the lips, dotingly: "Of course, this is your home, you make the decisions."

Renee Winslow’s heart surged with warmth, as if a large pot of warm honey-water had been poured, swelling with warmth to her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Home," such a simple yet unfamiliar term.

Renee Winslow never considered this place home, even though the villa was named after her last name, she’s always known she was just temporarily staying here, and eventually would leave.

Yet Jack Yates said this is her home, and said everything is up to her.

But all her life, has she ever made decisions?

She couldn’t decide her birth, couldn’t decide her love.

And now this man, who thoroughly controls her, gives her a splendid golden cage, telling her she’s in charge here.

Her vision completely blurred, tears filling her eyes.

Jack Yates hugged her with one hand, freed the other hand to wipe her tears, all the while softly soothing: "Don’t cry, swollen eyes won’t be able to attend the exhibition."

"What exhibition?" Renee Winslow sniffled, asked with a choked voice.

Jack Yates smoothed her hair by her ear, gently caressed her face, dotingly saying: "The Fifth Master is holding an antiques exhibition at his private museum, I’ll take you there tomorrow."

Renee Winslow buried herself in Jack Yates’s shoulder, wiped her nose on his shirt, and raised her head to ask: "Which Fifth Master?"

Jack Yates glanced at the wet mark on his shoulder, smiled, pinched her nose lightly: "Which Fifth Master could it be? Of course, it’s the one who collects antiques."

Renee Winslow remembered, Butler Pierce had mentioned before that Jack had a friend who was an antique collecting expert, possessed his own private museum, with powerful background, even in the power-riddled The Quadrangle, people had to respectfully call him "The Fifth Master."

But there was another Fifth Master, Rhys Tierney’s boss.

"Rhys Tierney’s boss, how come he’s also called The Fifth Master?"

Jack Yates squinted: "Which Rhys Tierney?"

Renee Winslow: "The gas station one, that night..."

Jack Yates suddenly clenched his hold on her.

Renee Winslow yelled: "What are you doing?"

Jack Yates: "Your memory is quite clear."

Renee Winslow quipped back at him: "I have a good memory, is that not ok?"

Jack Yates crooked one side of his mouth, smirked at her with an impish grin: "Oh? Really?"

Renee Winslow raised her head: "Yeah, I just have a good memory."

Jack Yates’s smile deepened, approached her face, rubbing her lips: "Do you remember which position I like most? Hmm?"