CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SQUAT?

In the days Renee Winslow spent with Jack Yates, influenced by him, she learned everything there was to know about the matters between men and women, both the things one should know and the things one shouldn’t.

When he mentioned ’shaking’, she knew exactly what he meant.

Her face warmed up, and she glared at him playfully, "No shaking, I don’t know how."

Jack Yates pinched her waist, "If you shake, just once, but if you don’t shake..."

Renee was afraid he’d say ’seven or eight times’, and if that happened, she’d have to call Dr. Forrester again. She felt embarrassed having to call a doctor because of such things every time, even if Jack wasn’t embarrassed, she was.

She quickly interrupted Jack, "Ten minutes is too long, I don’t have your stamina, I can’t hold out for ten minutes, can we reduce the time a bit more?"

Jack compromised, "Five minutes."

Renee protested, "No way, I can’t last five minutes either. One minute, okay?"

Jack slightly curved his lips, "Less than five minutes isn’t fun."

Renee stared at him speechlessly, "Even five minutes is too long for me, I really can’t do it."

Jack asked, "Do you know how to do squats?"

Renee quickly nodded, "Yes."

Jack chuckled, "Good, then do eighteen squats."

Renee: "..."

Even if she hadn’t done it before, she knew what ’eighteen squats’ meant.

Jack held her waist with one hand and gently caressed her face with the other, "Renee, I’ve compromised again and again, I can’t anymore."

Renee turned her head away and looked out the side window, "If you won’t, then don’t. After all, I’m not asking you to help my friend. Whatever happens between her and her boyfriend, I can’t interfere, nor do I intend to."

Jack pressed his thumb against the corner of her lips, "But you secretly went to the bar today without telling me, you’ve got to give me an explanation for that."

Renee: "..."

Renee raised her hand, randomly hitting Jack, both punching and scratching, "Jack Yates, you jerk!"

Jack gripped her wrist, looking at her with intense eyes, "Be good, Renee, take the initiative a little, don’t make me take the lead, or you won’t be able to handle it."

Renee had to compromise, pouting, "Alright then, let me be clear, just eighteen squats. But we can’t do it in front of the bar, can we go somewhere more private? Also, don’t worry about my friend’s issues."

She didn’t want to owe Jack a favor because of someone else’s issue, but she didn’t say it out loud as it might upset Jack.

Jack agreed, "Alright."

Renee got off him and sat back in the passenger seat, "You can drive then."

Once Jack started the car and drove off, Renee picked up her phone to call Autumn Lowell, telling her she could leave the bar now.

With Jack’s presence, she believed Ethan Lund and the others wouldn’t dare trouble Autumn anymore.

As for the issue between Autumn and her boyfriend, that’s Autumn’s personal affair, Renee wasn’t planning to intervene.

Renee considered herself not entirely selflessly kind, and not someone who meddles in others’ affairs. Within her capability, if classmates or friends approached her with issues she could help with, she would lend a hand, but if it was beyond her capability, she wouldn’t interfere further.

Like today, when Autumn called her saying she was in a bad mood and asked her to come out for support. Thinking it was just a simple matter, she didn’t refuse.

But she didn’t expect Autumn to drag her into a bar to drown her sorrows, nor did she expect Autumn to act foolishly and cause trouble. If she’d known Autumn was such a hassle, she wouldn’t have gone out.

However, since she was already there, she couldn’t just leave her alone, so she had to call Jack to come resolve the issue.

From this incident, she learned a valuable lesson.

Jack drove to the top of Mount Cinder and parked under the forest of maple leaves that had turned red from frost.

With a click, the seatbelt was unbuckled.

Jack rolled down half a window and turned to Renee, "Let’s start."

Renee reluctantly unbuckled her seatbelt, slowly climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around him, looking at him uneasily, "Is it safe here? Will anyone come by?"

Jack replied, "No, this is my private property."

Renee whispered, "Damn capitalist."

Jack pinched her chin, smiled meaningfully, "Since you know I’m a capitalist, you should know capitalists eat people without leaving bones behind. What should I do to you then, huh? Renee."

His voice was deep to begin with, and now, in this enchanting night, deliberately lowering it made his tone even deeper, with a hint of alluring raspy quality—particularly sexy.

Renee nervously gulped, slapped away his hand, and boldly uttered something naughty, "Don’t get cocky, capitalist. Soon it’ll be me eating you."

Jack burst into laughter, his deep voice vibrating even his chest.

"Alright," he said as he rubbed her lips again, "I want to watch you do it."