CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: I WILL MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

Renee Winslow didn’t wake up until noon the next day, and even then, she felt drained, her whole body achy and weak. As she got out of bed and put on her shoes, her legs trembled.

In contrast, Jack Yates looked vibrant and satisfied, wearing a smug expression on his face.

Renee Winslow gave him a disgruntled look, "It’s all your fault! How am I supposed to enjoy today?"

Her legs were so sore it felt as if she had climbed a mountain three thousand meters high, and she was shaking as she walked.

Jack Yates pulled her into his arms, holding her by the waist, and nuzzled her face with his nose, "What else do you want to do?"

Renee Winslow huffed, "I’ve had enough. I’m too sore to enjoy anything. Let’s just go home."

Jack Yates tapped her on the nose affectionately, "You need to work on your fitness."

More fitness? Renee Winslow retorted angrily, "Even the fittest person couldn’t handle what you put me through."

Jack Yates chuckled, "I was already holding back."

Renee Winslow: "..."

With flushed cheeks, she pushed him away, "Let me go, I need to wash my face."

Jack Yates stopped teasing her and let go, watching her walk into the bathroom.

After having lunch on the yacht, Renee Winslow returned to Thatcher Manor with Jack Yates.

For the following week, Jack Yates was indeed very busy. He didn’t come home until after nine every night, leaving Renee Winslow to dine alone each evening.

The household staff had their own quarters at a small building behind the main villa and took their meals there.

This was the household’s arrangement before she arrived, and Renee Winslow didn’t feel it was her place to change it. Besides, she wasn’t the official lady of the house, nor did she have the stance to make demands.

She always treated herself as a temporary guest here, following Jack Yates’ arrangements without initiating any requests.

After dinner, Renee Winslow strolled in the garden with her headphones on. As she walked, her phone rang.

She thought it was Jack Yates calling but found it was her grandmother.

Renee Winslow answered the call, asked about her grandfather’s condition, and was relieved to confirm he had fully recovered and would be discharged in two weeks. The past month’s ’Canary’ stint hadn’t been in vain.

At ten-thirty, Renee Winslow put down her book, about to sleep, when Jack Yates returned, reeking of alcohol.

Jack Yates approached the bed, leaned over, and embraced her, not to kiss her lips but to bury his face in her neck and nuzzle her with his chin.

The smell of alcohol on him was overpowering, and Renee Winslow, feeling uncomfortable, turned her head slightly and pushed him with her hand, "Jack Yates, you reek of alcohol. Go wash up before you sleep."

In truth, Jack Yates was not drunk. He could handle his liquor and rarely got drunk, and tonight he hadn’t drunk much, just that it hit him more than usual.

He was very clear-headed, acutely aware of his fascination with this girl, addicted to her. Despite having her, he still felt unsatisfied, an emptiness he wanted to fill, desiring her heart, wanting her to fully surrender to him and belong wholly to him.

"Renee Winslow," he called her name in a low, deep voice, tinged with the rasp of drunkenness, "Renee Winslow, do you like me?"

Renee Winslow froze, unsure if Jack Yates was speaking drunkenly or testing her again.

She paused momentarily and replied, "Not yet."

Expectedly, Jack Yates chuckled, "What about later, will you like me then?"

Renee Winslow pushed him away, noticing the redness at the corner of his eyes, his eyes dark and deep, like spilled ink, making her heart skip.

Jack Yates lifted his hand, thumb caressing her moist, red lips, "I’ll take you home tomorrow, see your grandfather, then take you to Euporia for a trip."

Renee Winslow was touched, her heart softening as she smiled at him, "Thank you."

Jack Yates’ Adam’s apple bobbed, "I want to hear three other words."

Renee Winslow knew what he wanted to hear: "I love you." But those words were impossible for her to say now or in the future.

She felt no love for Jack Yates, not even infatuation.

It wasn’t that Jack Yates wasn’t impressive; he was outstanding, with wealth, power, and good looks—all traits that drew women.

That’s why she dared not fall for him, fearing heartbreak.

Without love, there was no fear, nothing to dread. As long as she didn’t love him, the relationship could end anytime without consequence; she could leave unaffected.

Jack Yates, of course, knew her thoughts, and it frustrated him. With a large hand clutching her waist, he leaned in to bite her neck, then shifted to her ear, speaking with a deep breathy tone, "Renee Winslow, I’ll make you love me, willingly give yourself to me—your body and soul, I want them both."

Renee Winslow shivered at the warmth of his breath, yet stayed composed, her eyes shifting as she quickly formulated a plan, smiled, and said in a steady tone, "Okay, then let me see what Third Master Yates is capable of. If you can truly make me fall in love with you, the contract between us will be void. If not, when our two-year term ends, you can’t go back on your word or forcibly keep me."

Jack Yates, amused by her, laughed, "Fine." He released her, gently touching her face, "One day, you’ll willingly be with me."