CHAPTER 123: CHAPTER 123: "IF I DIE, WHAT WILL YOU DO?

Renee Winslow refused. She’d have to be crazy to agree to such an absurd and shameless demand from Jack Yates.

Leaving aside the fact that it made her feel disgusted, just considering the gap between them, they were so mismatched in size and various other aspects.

Previously, when Jack lost his temper, he forced it, and afterward, her throat hurt for several days, as if she had a severe cold.

In any case, she was very averse to it and didn’t want to at all.

Jack looked at her rosy little mouth, which could be covered with just two fingers, it was too small.

Ultimately, he could only give up. It was hard enough to coax her and he didn’t want to upset her again.

Jack wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her towards his chest, his thin lips against her ear, speaking in a low, hoarse voice, "I’m leaving tomorrow, babe. Cooperate with me tonight, okay?"

"C-Cooperate with what?" Renee looked at him in confusion.

Jack nibbled her earlobe, chuckling softly, "I bought you some pretty clothes, put them on for me later when we get home."

Renee: "..."

Back at The Winslow Estate, as soon as they entered the two-story villa, Jack pinned her on the sofa, kissing her lips in haste.

Renee pushed him hard with both hands, "Didn’t you say you bought me clothes? Let me see what they are?"

She regretted it as soon as she said it; what else could they be? She could imagine with just a toe that they wouldn’t be decent clothes.

Sure enough, Jack straightened up, smirking mischievously, and walked to the closet.

Renee didn’t follow him. She nervously wiped her sweaty palms on her pants, silently praying that Jack, this old-fashioned man, didn’t have such strange tastes and didn’t buy some weird ’clothes’.

However, she was disappointed.

Jack came out of the closet, placing the clothes he specifically chose for her on the sofa. There were seven items in total, and each had pathetically little fabric, barely cloth but rather gauze.

Some were like sheer silk, others were fishnet lace, and the colors were varied: black, pink, red, purple, white, you name it.

There were also two embroidered cheongsams, one pink, one blue, but they were modified, very short, shorter than a mini skirt. Just a slight bend would reveal everything.

Most outrageous was the heart-shaped cutout at the cheongsam’s neckline; you didn’t need to try it on to know the effect.

Renee’s eyes went dark, wishing she’d faint immediately, yet at this moment, she showed no signs of fainting, her body as strong as an ox!

Other than her heart pounding faster and her face getting redder, there was no sign of fainting.

Jack propped one hand on the armrest beside her and placed the other on her shoulder, playing with a strand of her hair, leaning closer to her face. His hot breath brushed her face, and he murmured, "Which one do you want to wear, hmm?"

The "hmm" seemed to resonate from his chest, deep, hoarse, with a magnetic allure.

Renee’s heart raced, thumping as if it would jump out of her chest; her face was burning, fiery hot.

She slightly tilted her head, her long raven lashes trembling gently, pressing her lips together, refusing to speak.

Jack looked at her shy appearance, his heart swayed, his Adam’s apple bobbed quickly. He leaned in, kissed the corner of her lips, pressed his thin lips to her ear, and said deeply, "Since you can’t choose, why not wear all seven, okay?"

"No way!" Renee hastily refused in panic.

Seeing Jack’s meaningful smile, she was both angry and embarrassed, her face reddening further. Without looking, she grabbed one at random.

But when she saw it in her hand, she realized it was a black, sheer spaghetti-strap mini dress, with delicate lace trim, sexy yet with a dash of cuteness.

Renee wanted to switch to another one, but before she could put it down, Jack clasped her hand.

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, a deep smile as he looked at her, "This one will do."

Seven outfits, in the end, three were torn, and two got dirty.

When Jack carried Renee back to the bed from the bathroom, she felt no better than those three ripped clothes, her whole body nearly falling apart.

She fell asleep almost instantly, within seconds of lying down, one could also say she had passed out.

Jack cuddled her soft body tenderly, nuzzling his chin against her head, burying his face in her neck, taking a deep breath, and finally sleeping contentedly.

-

Saturday, there was no class. Renee didn’t set an alarm and woke up close to eleven.

The bedside was already empty, and Jack had left a note on the bedside table.

[While I’m away, be good, don’t wander around. You can visit your friends (only girls), no meeting other men.]

What does he mean by ’no meeting other men’?

Did he think she was hanging out with shady men all the time?

That jerk, he’s really the worst!

Renee angrily crumpled the note and threw it to the ground!

That jerk, he’s so bad, tricking her!

He promised her freedom yesterday, tricking her into wearing five ridiculous outfits.

And then what? After putting his pants back on, he went back on his word!

What was even more infuriating was, as Renee was about to go out after eating breakfast, she found her bag had been rummaged through, her ID card and bank cards missing, even her student meal card was gone, leaving only fifty bucks in cash.

No need to ask, Jack must have taken them.

She quickly checked her phone and almost fainted with rage upon seeing it!

The jerk Jack had transferred all the money from her phone to his via bank transfer, leaving only six yuan and sixty cents.

Holding back her anger, Renee called Jack, it took two tries for him to pick up.

Once connected, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Jack, did you take my bank cards and ID card?"

Jack casually admitted, "Yes."

Infuriated, Renee shouted, "Are you out of your mind? Why did you take my ID card?"

Jack: "To stop you from misbehaving and wandering around."

Renee really wanted to curse, closing her eyes, she forcibly suppressed her anger, "You took all my cards, even the meal card, transferred all the cash from my wallet, how am I supposed to eat?"

Jack: "Eat at home, there’s no shortage of food here. If it’s too late, Butler Pierce will bring it to school for you."

Renee: "..."

Jack: "Anything else?"

Renee: "... Jack, if anything happened to you right now, I wouldn’t shed a tear."

She spoke coldly and decisively!

Jack’s heart abruptly tightened, a sharp, fine pain spreading from the tip to the depths of his heart, trembling from the ache.

Yet he nonchalantly chuckled, "That might disappoint you; I’m tough, even the King of Hell doesn’t dare take me."

The man’s voice suddenly turned cold, squeezing out between his teeth, "Renee Winslow, you’d better wish me well. If I died right now, have you thought about what you’d do?"