CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: I’M NOT DONE PLAYING YET

"Jack Yates, you might as well just kill me."

After saying this, Renee Winslow quickly closed her eyes, not daring to meet Jack Yates’s gaze.

"Kill?" Jack Yates let out a short, sinister laugh, "I’m not done playing yet, why would I let you die?"

Hearing these words, Renee Winslow felt both angry and sad, yet utterly helpless.

Slender fingers brushed across her face, the rough pads with a smoky scent grazing over her tightly shut eyes, slowly sliding down along her nose bridge, finally landing on her lips.

Throughout the whole process, Renee Winslow kept her eyes closed, her long lashes trembling like crow feathers.

Though she spoke of wanting Jack Yates to kill her, she was actually terrified; her fear led her to self-destructively utter those words.

"Open your eyes." Jack Yates suddenly pinched her face, "Open them and look at me."

Renee Winslow’s lashes trembled as she opened her eyes, her rims red, filled with unshed tears.

Jack Yates released his grip on her face but kept his thumb pressed against her lips, rubbing harshly over her full, rosy lips: "Renee, where am I lacking? Why can’t you forget him?"

Renee Winslow had explained countless times before and was exhausted from explaining, annoyed with herself.

She didn’t want to speak anymore, not a single word to Jack Yates.

Seeing her silence, Jack Yates became more furious, pulling her into his arms and biting her lip, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

Renee Winslow felt the pain but didn’t make a sound.

Jack Yates backed away, looking at her with intense eyes, his breathing heavy.

Renee Winslow lowered her gaze, neither looking at him nor speaking.

Jack Yates picked her up and quickly entered the elevator.

Back in the apartment, he closed the door and threw her onto the sofa.

The room was dark, the only light seeping in through the floor-to-ceiling windows from outside.

Renee Winslow lay curled up on the sofa, her tear-stained pale face looking especially delicate and pitiable in the dim light.

Jack Yates yanked off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand but lost patience halfway, hooking his fingers into the collar and giving a sharp pull. Buttons scattered on the floor, leaving his shirt fully open, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs.

A click—

The sound of a belt buckle being undone.

Followed by the swish of a belt being pulled out.

But Jack Yates stopped mid-pull, grabbing Renee Winslow, and placed her hand on the belt, looking down at her: "Pull it out."

Renee Winslow’s hands shook as she pulled out the belt, then lowered her hands and stayed still.

Jack Yates patted her head: "Continue."

Renee Winslow raised her hands again, unbuttoning his suit trousers and pulling down the zip.

Jack Yates picked up her phone and handed it to her: "Call Caleb Yates."

Renee Winslow suddenly looked up at him: "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Jack Yates said coldly, "Call him."

Renee Winslow turned her face away, refusing to take the phone or acknowledge him.

Jack Yates forced her face back while simultaneously pulling down the waistband of his grey pants.

Renee Winslow resisted by pulling back, but she was no match for Jack Yates’s strength.

Jack Yates held her nape in his large hand, slightly tightening his grip, firmly restraining her.

She was pinned by Jack Yates’s powerful hand, only her mouth free to move.

Jack Yates kept one hand on her neck, using the other to unlock her phone and dialed Caleb Yates’s number, putting it on speaker.

A few seconds later, Caleb Yates’s voice came from the phone: "Renee, what’s wrong?"

Terrified, Renee Winslow trembled, her teeth knocking against Jack Yates.

Jack Yates let out a muffled groan, then said in a deep voice, "Continue, mind your teeth, deeper."

Caleb Yates’s outraged voice followed from the phone: "Jack Yates, what are you doing?"

Jack Yates spoke into the phone, "Good nephew, what do you think your Uncle is doing?" a low voice tinged with laughter, "Of course, I’m doing..."

Before he could finish, Jack Yates winced in pain, and he brutally smashed the phone onto the ground.

Renee Winslow shrunk into the sofa corner, looking at Jack Yates’s grim and ruthless face, trembling with fear.