CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: GO TO SLEEP, DON’T WAIT FOR ME

Renee Winslow dared not mention breaking up again, and meekly replied, "Come back if you want to, but if you don’t, I won’t wait for you."

She didn’t even dare to hang up the phone, nervously holding it and silently waiting for Jack Yates to speak.

Jack Yates laughed in a mix of anger and helplessness, "Go to sleep, don’t wait for me."

Renee Winslow breathed a sigh of relief, her tense heart relaxed, but she didn’t dare to show too much ease. Instead, she huffed, "Jack, are you seeing someone else out there?"

Jack Yates was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. His laughter abruptly ceased, and his voice turned cold as he asked, "Who taught you to blame others first?"

Renee Winslow was frightened into a daze, unable to tell if Jack Yates was truly angry or just pretending. She didn’t even know if her jealous act had pleased him or crossed a line.

After all, Jack Yates was a deeply inscrutable person. She couldn’t see through him or grasp his pulse.

Stunned, she could only continue to probe, softening her voice and speaking with grievance, "Today is Christmas Eve. You’re not here with me, and you’re scolding me."

At this point, she started crying, her voice soft and plaintive, crying pitifully and aggrieved.

Initially, she was only faking it, but as she cried, she remembered all the sad things from over ten years, and eventually, real tears flowed, making her cry even more sorrowfully and uncontrollably.

Listening to Renee Winslow’s delicate sobs, Jack Yates only felt his chest swelling, both full and stifled. A feeling of heaviness he had never experienced before blocked his chest, making him uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his temper to comfort her, "Alright, stop crying, I’ll be back soon."

Renee Winslow’s cries paused, feeling more assured, knowing she had made the right gamble.

But she didn’t stop immediately, mainly because she had started crying so deeply that even if she wanted to stop, she couldn’t immediately.

She continued to cry, and because she was so immersed in it, she even began to cry with hiccups.

Jack Yates felt a rush of panic and heartache, yet due to his lack of experience comforting girls, he appeared irritable in his anxiety.

He furrowed his brows tightly, his voice suddenly deepened, "Stop crying."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Renee Winslow was so scared that she actually stopped crying, but only for a moment before she started again, deliberately crying loudly and with a drone.

Jack Yates felt like his head was about to explode. If it were anyone else, even his own sister, he wouldn’t be so indulgent.

But this was Renee Winslow, the softest part of his heart. He had no other choice but to pamper and indulge her.

Just like tonight, he witnessed Renee Winslow’s charming and flirtatious smile towards another man. He knew better than anyone how captivating that smile was.

Under the rosebush, when they first met, she lowered her head, smiling softly and gently. Her plump, moist red lips subtly curled up, dimples appearing at the corners, sweet and delicate like an enchanted pink rose.

That night, he was entangled by the flower spirit all night, and though almost thirty, he felt like a teenage boy, lost in a dream, unwilling to wake.

The next morning, the sheets and his trousers had to be changed.

That was the first time as an adult he lost control.

Since then, he couldn’t help but think of her, being unable to extricate himself in the dead of night, going to the bathroom for cold showers to suppress his nature.

He wasn’t willing to let any man besides him see her enchanting smile.

He couldn’t bear the thought of other men seeing her bewitching charm and feeling the same impulse he did. Even a mere thought could drive him insane!

Jack Yates quickly walked out of the elevator holding his phone, heading towards his designated parking spot, using the gentlest, most patient voice he could muster to soothe Renee Winslow, "Sweetheart, stop crying. I’ll be home soon to accompany you."

The driver following Jack Yates was dumbfounded. Was this the same feared Third Master Yates from The Yates Family?

The driver, arranged by Frederick Yates, had been driving for him for many years and thus knew Jack Yates.

Jack Yates walked faster and faster, reaching his car. He unlocked it, tossed the keys to the driver, and swiftly opened the back door to get in.

The driver got into the driver’s seat, putting on white gloves.

Jack Yates ordered coldly, "To Cloudstream Lake Apartments." Then immediately switched to a gentle tone on his phone, "Renee, be good, I’ll be home in half an hour."

Renee Winslow sniffed, her voice tinged with a heavy nasal tone, "Then I’ll hang up for now and wait for you to come back."

After hanging up, Renee Winslow grabbed a tissue and blew her nose hard.

Crying is a physical task. To make it more convincing, she had been recalling since being pulled by a little boy’s hair in kindergarten at three years old, all the way to being pinched and bitten by Jack Yates tonight.

To steady her emotions, she turned on the TV, found a heartbreaking Korean drama from over a decade ago, and skipped directly to the scene where the heroine dies and the hero loses his memory.

After an episode ended, she estimated Jack Yates’s return time, quickly turned off the TV, and lay on the sofa, crying again.

Jack Yates pushed the door open, heard the soft sobs, and hurried to the sofa, kneeling on one knee, hugging Renee Winslow tightly.

Renee Winslow elbowed him, "Don’t touch me."

Jack Yates ignored her resistance, holding her in his arms, kissing away her tears, his big hand gently stroking her trembling shoulder.

Renee Winslow had cried for so long, she was almost out of tears, her throat was even a bit hoarse, and she felt nauseous. Smelling the smoke and alcohol on Jack Yates, her stomach churned, and she turned away to dry heave.

Jack Yates was startled and hurriedly patted her back.

Renee Winslow pressed her eyebrows tightly to suppress the nausea, covering her mouth as she looked at Jack Yates. Her clear, black eyes moved vividly, pretending to be scared, "Jack, could I be pregnant?"

Jack Yates: "..."

Renee Winslow didn’t dare to explicitly say that Jack Yates’s smell was unpleasant. She was just finding an excuse to cover her disgust, but even after she asked, she scared herself so much that her rosy lips instantly lost their color.

Jack Yates’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he felt a wave of panic, licking his dry lips, he gently patted her back, "Don’t overthink, it won’t happen."

Renee Winslow kicked him in the chest, "What do you mean it won’t? You didn’t wear anything that day in the car."

Jack Yates released her, quickly standing up and heading into the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water, returning to the living room with wet hair, squatting with one knee bent, and holding Renee Winslow’s hands, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Renee, don’t be scared. We’ll check first. If it turns out to be true..."

Before he could finish, Renee Winslow hurriedly interrupted him, "If it is, I’ll definitely get rid of it."

Afraid Jack Yates would misunderstand, and scared he’d get mad again, she quickly explained, "Jack, don’t overthink it, it’s not that I don’t want to bear your child, but, but I’m still young."

After speaking, she thought of her own family situation, her nose soured, and genuine tears rolled down.

She choked up, "Jack, my mom had me when she was eighteen, and she was still a child herself then, unable to bear the responsibility of being a mother."

Jack Yates naturally knew about Renee Winslow’s family background, and hearing her words, his throat felt as if it was obstructed with thorns, aching.

He lowered his head, burying his face in Renee Winslow’s legs, his voice hoarse, "I’m sorry, Renee, I’m sorry."