CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: "STOP TALKING, I DON’T WANT TO MAKE YOU CRY.

Renee Winslow slapped away Jack Yates’ hand, turned around, and said angrily, "If you think so, then it is."

Jack Yates’ face darkened, but he didn’t say anything more. He picked up the bowl of medicine and handed it to her again, "Drink the medicine."

The cicadas on the trees outside buzzed noisily, making people’s minds uneasy.

Amidst the noise, Renee Winslow forced herself to calm down, her mind racing.

Soon, she thought of a countermeasure, pushed her hand backward, and knocked over the medicine bowl that Jack Yates was holding.

With a cracking sound, the porcelain bowl fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces, the brown medicinal soup flowing all over the place.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Renee Winslow didn’t know what the result of the test would be, and her nervous heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She forcibly suppressed her nervous emotions, slowly turned around, her eyes filled with tears, looking frightened as if she would cry in the next second.

Jack Yates took her hand and gently rubbed her slender, pink fingertips, "Did it hurt your hand?"

Renee Winslow pouted and hastily hugged him, her voice choked, "You scared me to death, I thought you were going to hit me."

When she said this, her face was on Jack Yates’ shoulder, her eyes clear.

The test had succeeded.

At the moment Jack Yates took hold of her hand, she knew the answer.

Jack Yates gently patted her back, "It’s just a bowl of medicine."

After saying that, he carried Renee Winslow to the living room and instructed the maid to clean up the medicine and broken porcelain bowl on the floor.

Renee Winslow sat on the sofa in the living room, looking up at him, probing again, "Then, then if I broke...," she glanced at the cabinet against the wall and pointed, "what if I broke that blue-and-white porcelain vase?"

She had heard from Butler Pierce that the vase was a bona fide antique, a gift from a friend to Jack Yates on his twenty-fifth birthday.

The friend was an antique collection expert, owning a private museum of his own, having a very strong background. Even in The Quadrangle, full of powerful people, he must be respectfully addressed as "The Fifth Master."

And collecting antiques was merely his hobby, not his way to make money. His real business involved finance, real estate, dining, entertainment, and his network spanned many provinces from the south to the north.

Butler Pierce only said that the vase was a real antique, without mentioning its exact value.

But even without saying it, Renee Winslow knew it must be very expensive, something she couldn’t afford even if she sold herself.

So she deliberately asked such an unreasonable question, looking at Jack Yates expectantly after asking.

Jack Yates only thought Renee Winslow was throwing a little tantrum in front of him, smiled, "If breaking it makes you happy, you can go and break it now. If that’s not enough, there are two more Ru kiln pieces in my study."

Renee Winslow hugged him again, "Jack Yates, you’re so nice."

Jack Yates patted her head, "Don’t give me the good guy card."

Renee Winslow cuddled up against him, laughing softly, "The medicine is already spilled, I won’t have to drink it, right?"

Jack Yates: "Not to be repeated; next time, even if you spill it, I’ll have Aunty Warren make another bowl for you."

Renee Winslow pouted, let go of her hand, moved away from his arms, turned around, and hugged a rabbit doll, hitting its head ventingly a few times.

Jack Yates’ lips twitched, smiling faintly.

With Renee Winslow causing such a fuss, the matter with Caleb Yates was considered settled.

Jack Yates took a shower, changed his clothes, and rushed to the company for a meeting.

During those days of her menstrual period, Renee Winslow didn’t go anywhere, pampered and stayed at home every day.

Jack Yates came home early every evening to personally supervise her taking her medicine. At noon, he sometimes came back, sometimes not. When he didn’t come home, he watched her taking it through video.

Renee Winslow was taking medicine to warm the meridians, dispel the cold, and nourish energy and blood, which could be taken during her period to relieve dysmenorrhea.

She almost vomited from taking it, finally finishing by the end of her period. Just when she thought she wouldn’t have to take it anymore, Jack Yates had someone brew another prescription for her to treat dysmenorrhea, and this medicine was even more bitter!

"Jack Yates!" Renee Winslow was so angry she wanted to curse, "You’re so tyrannical, why do you always force me to take medicine!"

Jack Yates said calmly, "You suffer from severe dysmenorrhea, and need medicine to regulate it."

Renee Winslow, irritated, retorted back, "It’s not entirely pathological, I wasn’t so serious before I was with you. During my period, it was only a little painful before, and now it’s so painful all because of you! It’s because you are too much!"

The two of them had a huge height difference. He stood at 1.92 meters, while she was 1.65 meters, he was 27 centimeters taller than her.

Not only was there a height difference, but also a large build difference; he weighed 82 kilograms, she only 47 kilograms.

With such a significant difference, it resulted in every aspect of him being much larger than her.

His hand was much larger than hers, easily encompassing her entire hand. His arm was thicker than her calf.

Other areas were similar.

To sum it up in one sentence, they were mismatched! Completely mismatched!

With Jack Yates’ height and build, he should find a girl over 1.70 meters to suit him.

She even advised Jack Yates once, analyzing the pros and cons to him.

After feeling satisfied, Jack Yates raised an eyebrow lazily and replied, "You think I only like short girls?"

Renee Winslow was just about to retort, "Isn’t that so?" when she realized Jack Yates was calling her short.

She immediately bared her teeth, "Where am I short? My height is standard among women! It’s just you who’s too tall, there aren’t many people your height! You should find a taller girl!"

Looking at her adorable fierce expression, Jack Yates felt great, pulling her into his embrace, speaking in a pampering tone, "I don’t have a preference for height, I just happen to like you. Whether you’re tall or short, I like you."

Renee Winslow didn’t believe it, not a word.

In her view, Jack Yates was just acting on impulse. Even if she didn’t think herself that pretty, she knew clearly that Jack Yates was infatuated with her body, perhaps she just perfectly aligned with his aesthetic preferences.

Otherwise, she couldn’t comprehend why Jack Yates chose her.

Thinking about Jack Yates’ large physique, Renee Winslow pouted, "You’re aware of your own situation, right?"

Seeing her coquettish and blushing face, Jack Yates felt a tickle in his throat, his Adam’s apple rolling, pulling her into his arms, his voice turning husky, "I’ll be as gentle as possible."

Renee Winslow pushed him away, "It’s not about being gentle, it’s because you’re too..."

She gestured with her hand, drawing a large circle in the air.

Jack Yates’ breathing deepened, holding her tight, "Say no more, you’re just recovering today, I don’t want to make you cry."