CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: TRYING TO PROVOKE ME ON PURPOSE?

Renee Winslow didn’t agree to Jack Yates’ request, partly because she couldn’t accept it psychologically, but mainly due to the enormous difference in their physiques.

Jack Yates is 1.92 meters tall, or to be precise, 192.5 centimeters, with long arms and legs, wearing a size 47 shoe. His build is large in every aspect.

While she is 1.65 meters tall, with a small frame, wearing a size 35 shoe. Not to mention she doesn’t want to accept, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t, there’s simply no way to accommodate him.

So she didn’t agree, smiled, gave him a playful glance, and turned away quickly.

Jack Yates watched her petite and graceful figure running off, his throat itched, the prominent Adam’s apple moved rapidly, and suddenly he craved a cigarette to suppress the itch.

Renee Winslow ran to one side to play with the sand, while Jack Yates turned the other way to choose a jet ski.

Just as Renee Winslow was squatting to grab sand to build a castle, suddenly a small ball rolled to her feet. She looked up to see a man in a white T-shirt and long pants approaching with a three or four-year-old child.

The man smiled and said, "Sorry, the little one was naughty and threw the ball over here. It didn’t hit you, did it?"

Renee Winslow smiled, "No, it didn’t."

The man picked up the ball and handed it to the child, then asked, "Do you have any wet wipes? Can I borrow a couple to wipe the child’s hands?"

Renee Winslow replied, "Yes, I do." She stood up, brushed off the sand from her hands, "Wait a moment, I’ll get them for you."

The wet wipes were in her bag, which she left on the beach chair.

She turned and quickly ran to the beach chair, picked up her handbag, and was about to take out the wipes when Jack Yates returned, wrapped his big arm around her waist, and lowered his head to ask her, "Who were you just talking to?"

Renee Winslow didn’t think much of it, reached into her bag for the wet wipes, and replied without looking up, "Just a passerby, asking me for wet wipes to clean his kid’s hands."

Jack Yates’ arm around her waist suddenly tightened, "With so many people on the beach, why did he choose to ask you?"

Renee Winslow looked up at him, expression heavy, "What do you mean, is he a scammer or something?"

Jack Yates’ lips curled slightly, "A heart scammer."

Renee Winslow was momentarily stunned, realizing that Jack Yates was jealous, or rather, it was his possessiveness acting up.

She pushed him away, "You’re overthinking it. He just wanted some wet wipes. I’m not a dollar bill that everyone likes." As she spoke, she looked up at him again, "Not everyone is as eccentric as you."

In her view, Jack Yates liking her was purely a twisted sense of curiosity.

Otherwise, she couldn’t understand why with Jack Yates’ status, where he had money, power, and could have any woman he wanted, he would choose her, and even snatch her from his nephew.

Jack Yates extended his hand, wrapping his arm around her willow-like slender, soft waist, pulling her back into his embrace, and looked down at her, "Don’t belittle yourself like that. In my eyes, you’re the most beautiful."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Was she self-deprecatinging?

She just felt that this man was mentally twisted!

Jack Yates took the wet wipes from her hand, turned around, and walked to the man in the white T-shirt and pants, handing him the entire pack of wet wipes.

The man in the white T-shirt was actually trying to strike up a conversation with Renee Winslow. The ball earlier was intentionally thrown in front of her, deliberately going over to pick it up, then asking to borrow wet wipes, planning to thank her after borrowing them, and eventually look for an opportunity to add her as a friend.

Jack Yates was still paying attention to Renee Winslow even when choosing a jet ski, so he saw everything the man in the white T-shirt did.

At this moment, he swept a sharp glance at the man in the white T-shirt and said in a cold voice, "She has a boyfriend."

Besides declaring his claim, there was also a warning.

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Renee Winslow entered the luxury cabin intending to change into her swimsuit. Upon seeing the large bed by the window, with sunlight warming it, it felt like it warmed her heart too, instantly brightening it.

Her heart warmed, she quickly kicked off her shoes and happily rolled around on the soft, comfortable bed, exclaiming with satisfaction, "Ah, this bed is so comfortable."

In fact, the bed at Thatcher Manor was even more comfortable. The mattress was a luxury one, worth over three million, and the quilt was made of soft Egyptian cotton.

But no matter how good something is, once used for a long time, it loses its novelty, and no matter how good it is, it doesn’t feel as good anymore.

Lying on the bed, smelling the faint fragrance from the quilt, what Renee Winslow thought of was that Jack Yates must feel the same way about her. Once the novelty wore off, he wouldn’t like her anymore, so perhaps in less than two years, maybe a year, or even half a year, Jack Yates would break up with her.

Thinking this way, she suddenly felt relieved and was about to get up when Jack Yates pressed down on her back.

"Oh, you’re heavy!" Renee Winslow felt like she was being crushed by a mountain.

Jack Yates straightened up, resting one hand on her side, turning her face with the other: "Don’t go out."

Upon hearing this, Renee Winslow immediately sat up.

If she couldn’t go out, that wouldn’t do. Why did she come to the beach then? Just to cater to Jack Yates?

Afraid Jack Yates might change his mind, she teased him, "Jack, are you afraid of riding a jet ski?"

Jack Yates chuckled and pinched her chin with two fingers, "Trying to provoke me?"

Renee Winslow swatted his hand away, "How would I dare? You’re the one who keeps refusing, so of course, I’d have my doubts."

Jack Yates ruffled her hair, "Get dressed."

Renee Winslow happily bounced off the bed, "Thank you, Boss Yates."

Jack Yates smiled, turning around to undo his shirt buttons.

Watching him skillfully unbutton each black button with one hand, Renee Winslow’s cheeks suddenly warmed. She hastily grabbed her bikini and quickly ran into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Renee Winslow changed clothes. After changing, she looked in the mirror and suddenly grew nervous, not daring to go out.

There was a knock at the door, Jack Yates asked from outside, "Are you done changing?"

Through the full-length mirror, Renee Winslow looked at her pink and white striped swimsuit, which felt like nothing more than a couple of pieces of fabric. The lower piece was held up by just two thin straps, easy to pull off, and the top was halter-style, also held by two thin straps.

Feeling embarrassed, she didn’t dare to step out.

Jack Yates: "I’m coming in."

Renee Winslow crossed her arms in front of her, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the bathroom door.

Jack Yates’ gaze landed on her, scanning her from top to bottom, then he narrowed his eyes, pressing his tongue heavily against his teeth.

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Renee Winslow coughed, "Ahem, um, maybe I should change back."

She retreated to the bathroom, intending to close the door, but Jack Yates quickly followed her in, using his foot to close the door behind him.

Looking at Jack Yates in his black, tight-fitting one-piece swimsuit, which was so form-fitting that she didn’t dare stare, Renee Winslow glanced away after just one look.

Jack Yates’ hand reached behind her, gripping her slender waist, and he looked down at her, "Dressed like this, you don’t want to go out?"

Renee Winslow pouted, "The swimsuit was Rainie’s choice, I didn’t know it would be this revealing."

Jack Yates hooked the strap and pulled it, "Wear it for me again tonight."