CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: RENEE WINSLOW, YOU ASKED FOR IT

Renee Winslow rarely does it in the car with Jack Yates, firstly because Jack is so big that even a large car feels cramped for him, and secondly, although he moves in circles of fame and fortune, deep down he’s quite conservative, especially when it comes to men and women.

During a holiday, Renee went abroad with him. On the beach, she saw other couples kissing, and in a moment of impulsiveness, she wanted to kiss him too. She tiptoed towards him, only to be pushed away.

At that moment, she felt quite aggrieved: "Why won’t you let me kiss you?"

Jack pressed her face into his chest and kissed her on the top of her head, whispering, "There are too many people here. When we’re back at the hotel, you can kiss all you want."

That moment, Renee wanted to kiss him more, or rather she wanted to break Jack’s principles, wanting to test her weight in his heart.

She tilted her head up, trying hard to reach Jack’s face, but the height difference was too great; as long as Jack didn’t want it, she couldn’t even touch his chin.

Ultimately, she couldn’t kiss Jack outside. Back at the hotel at night, she used the opportunity to throw a tantrum with him.

That night, Jack was very gentle, kneeling in front of her to serve her like a devout follower, and throughout, he followed her wishes. Stop when she said stop, slow when she said slow.

In the past, it was always up to him; fast when he wanted fast, slow when he wanted slow, even if she screamed her voice hoarse, he wouldn’t stop.

From that incident, Renee learned that Jack was very conservative; no matter how wild he was in private, he would never show any intimacy in front of others.

Ordinarily, Jack rarely got intimate with her in the car. If the driver was driving, he wouldn’t even kiss her in the car.

However, today he took the initiative to do it in the car, which was a clear indication that she had really angered him.

Therefore, Renee didn’t dare resist, and after hesitating for a moment, she went along with his wishes.

They agreed to squat eighteen times, but Renee was stopped by Jack before reaching halfway.

Jack grabbed her waist, looking at her intensely: "Who taught you?"

Looking at his gloomy face, Renee couldn’t help but be scared; when fear set in, she became nervous, and her whole body tensed up.

Jack let out a muffled grunt, squeezing her waist firmly, and then slapped her lightly on the back: "Relax."

Renee lifted herself up slightly, and just as she was about to separate, Jack suddenly pushed her down.

Jack pinched her face with two fingers, his voice icy: "Speak, who taught you?"

Renee stubbornly refused to relax, even deliberately saying something to provoke him: "Who else could it be, of course, a different man taught me, another man taught me hands-on..."

Before she could finish, Jack grabbed her neck: "Renee Winslow, you brought this on yourself!"

The late autumn night saw strong winds blowing, making the branches sway violently.

The black Cullinan under the acacia tree swayed with the branches, as if competing with the wind.

The car door was pushed open, and Renee was carried out by Jack, her face pressed against the window, pinned against the car body.

Renee cried and cursed: "Jack Yates, you bastard!"

With long, distinct fingers pressing hard, Jack demanded from her somberly: "Tell me, who taught you?"

Renee had no choice but to compromise: "I saw it online, I didn’t learn it from anyone."

Jack propped his single leg on the tire, holding her on his thigh, gently wiping away her tears, kissing the corner of her eye, his voice hoarse: "Don’t try to provoke me, even if it’s fake, remember that? Renee."

Renee obediently responded: "I remember."

That night, Renee didn’t go back to Cloudstream Lake Apartments, nor did she go to Thatcher Manor, but stayed at Jack’s villa on the top of Mount Cinder.

That night, Jack once again showed his strong and ruthless side.

Luckily, it was the holidays, and the next day Renee could sleep in, not waking up until the afternoon.

During the National Day holidays, Jack took Renee to Seraphine, where they visited the Grand Cathedral of Seraphine and The Sovereign Museum, cruised on the Seraphine to watch the sunset, and went to see an opera performance at the Opera House.

While walking hand in hand along the banks of the Seraphine, Renee listened intently to Jack tell the history of the world and the humanistic values of the Renaissance, unconsciously moving closer to him.

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset fell on Jack, wrapping him in a dazzling golden light.

Renee was mesmerized, seeing a side of Jack she had never seen before.

The Jack she knew had always been a steely, iron man, a person who was cold and ruthless.

Yet at this moment, Jack had a touch of elegance, an image she had never seen before.

She hugged Jack’s arm, smiling and nestling against him.

Jack’s arm suddenly sank into a soft warmth, and he stopped, glancing down at the petite girl clinging to him, laughing lightly.

Renee looked up at him: "Why aren’t you talking anymore, keep going."

Jack smiled at her: "Are you testing me?"

Renee blinked: "What test?"

Jack curled his forefinger to scratch her delicate nose, speaking indulgently: "Testing my self-control."

Renee shook his arm: "No, I just want to be near you. Come on, I want to hear."

Jack could only let her snuggle against him, forcefully suppressing the agitation in his heart, and continue speaking.

Renee wanted to go to Disneyland, so Jack took her there, but he didn’t join in the fun, just like accompanying a child, watching her play after taking her to Disneyland.

Leaving Disneyland, Renee complained softly: "You didn’t even play with me, it’s not fun."

Jack laughed helplessly and dotingly: "They’re all kiddie rides, it’s not suitable for a grown man like me, and I don’t have that interest either."

Renee retorted: "A big man isn’t interested in roller coasters, but is interested in bullying little girls."

Jack narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

So that night, back at the hotel, Renee was once again toyed with by Jack in various ways, from the sofa to the bed, to the bathroom, even the balcony wasn’t spared.

The seven days of the National Day holiday passed quickly, almost too quickly.

Renee took a day off, arranged by Jack. Luckily, that day only had one required class, the other two were electives.

In the days that followed, Renee returned to her normal routine, attending classes, leaving classes, between school and the apartment, back and forth.

Though life was plain, it still went by quickly.

On Christmas Eve, Renee used her scholarship to buy Jack a car ornament shaped like an apple and gifted him a tie as well.

When Jack received the gifts, the surprise in his eyes was unmistakable.

Renee shyly touched her nose tip: "I used my scholarship to buy these for you, I’m not sure if the tie fits, if it doesn’t, you can return it. But this..."

She held up the cute apple ornament, offering it to Jack obediently: "This you can put in the car, it’s for safety, and it’s cute."

Jack wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, kissing her lips, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

Renee said: "I don’t really want anything, you’ve given me so many gifts usually, I can’t even use all those jewels and accessories. But I haven’t given you anything yet, your birthday is far off, so I wanted to give you a little gift on Christmas Eve."

Jack gently stroked her face: "Renee, you don’t need to go out of your way to please me, or give me any gifts. You are the best gift to me."

Renee patted his shoulder: "Oh, do you want it or not? If not, forget it."

Jack laughed out loud: "I want it, I want you too."

Jack picked her up by the legs, lifting her high.

Renee’s body suddenly lost its balance, and she hastily patted his shoulder in panic: "Jack, put me down!"

Jack carried her straight into the bathroom, closing the door, and pressed her against the washstand.

"Renee." His breath was hoarse, lips brushing against her neck, "Renee, I’m very happy tonight."