CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: BABY, DON’T TEMPT ME

Renee Winslow was startled for a moment, then calmly walked out of the reading room.

She walked up to Jack Yates, tilted her small face up, smiling brightly at him: "Are we still playing?"

Jack Yates embraced her waist: "No, we’re done."

Renee Winslow leaned into his arms, nestled like a little bird, drooping her eyes and sighing inwardly.

Ah, the next two years are going to be really tough!

On the way back, Jack Yates didn’t say a word.

Renee Winslow sat quietly, eyes looking straight ahead.

Once home, Jack Yates quickly carried her back to the bedroom, pressed her onto the bed and kissed her.

His kiss was urgent and fierce, filled with towering anger.

Renee Winslow felt utterly baffled and was also infuriated, hitting his hands and shoulders with force, hitting and pinching him.

Jack Yates pulled back from her mouth with reddened eyes, pressed her crimson lips with his thumb and rubbed them harshly, his voice cold and sharp: "How did you smile at others in the reading room? Smile at me like that again."

Renee Winslow froze for a moment, as realization struck her, a rush of anger surged straight to her head, she raised her hand and pushed and hit him: "Jack Yates, you madman!"

"Madman?" Jack Yates’ violent aura erupted, grabbing her jaw, his eyes blood-red as he stared at her, "Renee Winslow, you’re mine, mine! From now on, you’re only allowed to smile like that at me! Your tenderness is only for me!"

Renee Winslow’s hands that were pinching his shoulders weakened and dropped, mad dog, this man is just a mad dog!

She stopped hitting and twisting him, stopped looking at him, turning her face to the side.

Jack Yates turned her face back towards him: "Look at me, Renee Winslow, look at me!"

He lowered his head, kissed her lips again.

Renee Winslow closed her eyes, refusing to look at him, deliberately denying him satisfaction.

Seeing her cold and indifferent appearance, Jack Yates suddenly felt a wave of defeat.

"Renee Winslow." His voice was low and hoarse, "Do you really hate being with me so much?"

Renee Winslow’s eyelashes quivered lightly, she pursed her lips tightly, not speaking.

Jack Yates pinched her face: "Open your eyes, look at me when you talk!"

Renee Winslow remained silent, continuing to keep her eyes tightly shut.

Jack Yates’ face was tense, his eyes darkened, suddenly pressing his long fingers forcefully: "Has he been here with you?"

This "he" naturally referred to Caleb Yates.

Renee Winslow cried out, compelled to open her eyes, tears brimming in them.

Jack Yates carried her to the bathroom, over an hour later, he carried her back to the bedroom, placing her on the sofa.

Renee Winslow’s legs were weak, she kneeled directly on the sofa.

Afraid she’d fall, Jack Yates quickly hugged her from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around her petite, soft body.

Renee Winslow was about to turn around and push him away when Jack Yates quickly seized her wrist, pressing her down on the sofa.

The handcrafted embroidered cushions on the sofa, the limited-edition stuffed dolls, and the two books Renee Winslow had placed there, all fell to the ground from the impact, even the sofa was moved from the center of the bedroom to the window.

Another hour passed, Jack Yates kneeled down on one knee before Renee Winslow, gently applied medicine for her, and even softly blew on it after applying.

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Renee Winslow slept until midnight, Jack Yates held her from behind again, tangled her until dawn.

Renee Winslow didn’t even know when she fell asleep, the subsequent work was all done by Jack Yates, when she woke up, it was already noon.

Jack Yates didn’t go out in the morning, stayed home, and had lunch with her.

Renee Winslow acted like yesterday’s events hadn’t occurred, and Jack Yates didn’t bring them up either, both returned to their previous calm state.

After lunch, Jack Yates accompanied her for a nap.

Renee Winslow was scared, scared that he would take advantage of nap time again.

Jack Yates hugged her trembling body, kissed her lips and smiled: "Just a nap, nothing else."

When Renee Winslow woke up, Jack Yates had already left, leaving her a note on the bedside saying he had a business event at night and would be back late, instructing her to eat well.

Due to sleeping poorly at night, even though she took a nap during the day, Renee Winslow still felt very tired.

Of course, another crucial reason was that Jack Yates wanted so much that she felt completely weak, exhausted all afternoon, and couldn’t recover.

She didn’t eat much for dinner, just had a low-calorie meal, then she went to the garden’s exclusive track to run, ran three kilometers, stretched, rested for a while, and went swimming, soaked in the hot spring afterward, did yoga for half an hour before showering and going to bed.

As she lay in bed, preparing to watch a bedtime movie, Jack Yates returned.

The bedroom door was pushed open, Jack Yates walked to the bedside, propping up the bedhead with one hand and leaning down, close to her face, his voice raspy: "What shower gel did you use today? Smells wonderful."

Renee Winslow smelled the faint scent of tobacco and alcohol on him, pushed him away with disdain: "Just that usual rose fragrance."

"No." Jack Yates lowered his head, brushed his prominent nose gently against her fair pink face, "It’s more fragrant than roses, more enticing."

Enticing him as if he’d drunk the strongest liquor, and those strong liquors burned within him.

Renee Winslow felt the hot breath he exhaled, shivering with stimulation, pushing him with all her might: "You reek of smoke and alcohol, making me uncomfortable, hurry and shower."

Jack Yates tilted his head and pressed a kiss on her lips, his voice husky with a laugh: "Okay."

That night, Jack Yates was very gentle, even providing service, but the number of times he wanted was not few, using two boxes out of a pack of three.

Next morning, Renee Winslow’s period came, soon her stomach hurt, so painful she didn’t want to eat breakfast, just wanted to lie still.

She lay on her side in bed, curling up her waist, her legs bent upwards, her whole body curled like a shrimp, sweat bead on her forehead from the pain, the originally pink-white face was colorless from the discomfort.

Fragile, broken, like a lily after a storm.

Jack Yates didn’t go to the company, although there was supposed to be an early meeting today, he called his assistant to postpone it to the afternoon, and again called Heather Forrester to come over.

Heather Forrester came to check on Renee Winslow, asking Jack Yates if they had physical intimacy the day before.

Jack Yates’ gaze shifted uncomfortably, honestly answered: "Yes."

Heather Forrester had watched Jack Yates grow up, even seen him in open-crotch pants, so she absolutely didn’t regard this 192cm iron-blooded man as a man, speaking bluntly.

"You’re built like a bear, so tall and strong, the young lady is so delicate, in front of you she’s even more fragile than a little white rabbit, your size difference is so vast. Even if you try to be gentle with her, she probably can’t handle it, let alone being so rough and wild."

The more Heather Forrester spoke, the more disdain she felt, expressing more complaints towards Jack Yates, raising a hand to slap his arm: "In the future, around her periods, restrain yourself and try not to touch her, otherwise you’ll end up putting her in the hospital."

After sending Heather Forrester away, Jack Yates personally made a glass of brown sugar water for Renee Winslow, sat by the bed feeding her, after drinking half the glass, he warmed her belly with his hand, finally carried her downstairs to eat when she was no longer in pain.

After eating, Jack Yates decided to take her to see a traditional doctor.

Renee Winslow widened her eyes: "Seeing... a traditional doctor?"

Jack Yates: "To have a traditional doctor regulate your body."

Renee Winslow showed rejection: "Let’s skip the traditional medicine."

She didn’t want to take traditional medicine, drinking those dark concoctions were worse than death.

Once Jack Yates made a decision, nobody could stop him.

When he said he would take Renee Winslow to see a traditional doctor, he definitely would, it wasn’t even up for discussion with Renee Winslow, just informing her.

Renee Winslow looked at his serious face, willingly sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and acted coy: "Felix, can we skip the traditional doctor?"

This was the first time Renee Winslow called Jack Yates "brother," usually she would say "you" or "sir," sometimes she’d surprise him with a "Mr. Yates," or shout his name "Jack Yates" when angry, never calling him "third brother" or "Felix."

Listening to her soft voice, Jack Yates only felt her voice transforming into invisible delicate threads wrapped around his heart, tightening his heart inch by inch, itching him irresistibly at the core.

He pinched her waist, veins pulsing at his temples: "Baby, don’t provoke me."