CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO WITH HIM?

Renee Winslow got into Caleb Yates’ car, lowered her head, and fastened the seatbelt. However, just as she finished, a car suddenly pulled up beside them.

Beep—

A sharp, piercing horn blared.

Renee looked up to see the window of the car beside her slowly rolling down, revealing the cold, brooding face of Jack Yates. His already sharp eyes glared at her like a wolf in the dark night.

At that moment, Renee was so scared her heart nearly stopped.

Caleb Yates also saw Jack Yates, but he remained calm and even waved a greeting, "Hello, Uncle."

Renee: "..."

Jack Yates kept his face taut and said nothing, just stared coldly at Renee with eyes as sharp as blades.

Under his icy gaze, Renee shakily unfastened her seatbelt, opened the car door, stepped out, walked over to Jack’s car, and got into the back seat.

From start to finish, Jack Yates hadn’t said a word, nor did he look back at her when she got into the car.

Renee sat up straight in the back seat, her hands neatly placed on her lap, eyes looking straight ahead, sitting like an obedient schoolchild.

There were three people in the car altogether: the driver, Jack Yates, and Renee Winslow.

Yet not a single person spoke; the windows were shut tight, and the only sound was their breathing, quiet enough to be unsettling.

Renee was terrified, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.

She prayed silently for them to arrive quickly, as if stepping out at the apartment would bring some relief.

But today, for some reason, the red lights seemed especially numerous, and besides, there were many cars, as if all the traffic had gathered on their path.

Not sure how long they drove, it felt like an eternity to Renee, so long that her back was soaked and her legs numb before the car finally stopped, parking in the apartment’s underground garage.

The driver got out and left, leaving just Renee and Jack Yates in the car.

Neither spoke; Jack didn’t initiate conversation, and Renee didn’t dare to either.

Suddenly, there was a click, the sound of a seatbelt being unfastened, followed by the flick of a lighter.

A small flame flickered inside the car before it was snuffed out.

Jack Yates usually didn’t smoke in the car, especially when Renee was present, he’d step outside to smoke even if he craved it.

However, this time he smoked without concern, without opening the window, in the enclosed space.

Renee was choked by the smoke but didn’t dare open the window, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Jack smoked with his fingers, taking occasional drags, not enough to consume the cigarette more quickly than it burned on its own. When one cigarette burned out, scorching his fingers, he seemed to wake up, extinguished it, and lit another.

The car was filled with smoke, and Renee could no longer stand it. She softly asked, "Can I open the window for some air?"

Jack said nothing and continued to smoke.

Renee, without permission, didn’t dare open the window, so she continued to endure.

Not until Jack had lit a third cigarette did she finally have enough, pushing the car door open and stepping out, covering her mouth and quickly running to one side to take deep breaths.

However, the smell in the underground garage wasn’t much better, a musty, damp odor that made her lungs feel damp too.

Yet no matter how unpleasant the garage smelled, it was better than the secondhand smoke inside the car.

Sitting in the car inhaling the thick smoke, she felt she might suffocate.

Just as Renee started taking deep breaths, Jack emerged from the car.

The man held a cigarette between his long fingers, a spark flickering between them, as he approached her with slow, deliberate steps.

Renee watched his face, dark as a storm, those sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on her.

As he drew near, Renee’s heart raced, her breath quickened, and it felt like her heart might leap out of her throat.

She was so terrified of Jack, scared to the point of wanting to run, but she didn’t dare. Because of her fear, she couldn’t even bring herself to flee.

Jack stood before her, raising his hand with the cigarette to stroke her face, the burning tip touched her dangling hair, emitting the smell of burnt protein.

Renee trembled all over, her lips quivering as she spoke, "Jack, Jack Yates, I..."

Jack patted her face with the same hand holding the cigarette, ash falling on her shoulder.

"What are you afraid of?" he squinted, asking with a smile, "Renee Winslow, are you really afraid of me with such nerve?"

Seeing his false smile, the icy expression, Renee’s tears suddenly flowed.

"Jack Yates, don’t be like this."

"Like what?" Jack lifted his finger and pressed the glowing cigarette butt with his fingertip, extinguishing it with force, his jawline clenched, Adam’s apple bobbing, voice deep and sharp, "If I hadn’t come back today, would you have invited him to your bed?"

Renee trembled, "No, I wasn’t going to bring him back here."

Jack stuffed the extinguished cigarette into her collar, gripping her face in his fingers, forcing her to look up, asking through clenched teeth, "Then getting into his car, where did you plan to go with him? To a hotel room or his place to sleep on his bed?"

Renee said nothing, Jack’s grip on her face silenced her.

Jack grew angrier, wanting to tear her apart and fuse her into his being, so she could never leave him.

"I’m asking you, where did you want to go with him? Hmm? Where to?"