CHAPTER 149: CHAPTER 149: "GOOD GIRL, JUST LIKE THAT...

"Jack Yates, you!"

Renee Winslow was both angry and embarrassed. In her shame, she tightly pressed her lips and pulled in her abdomen on purpose, making it tight.

From behind came the sound of a man’s low, rough breathing.

It was like being squeezed tightly by an extremely elastic rubber band, causing Jack Yates’ Adam’s apple to roll rapidly.

His large hand turned her flushed face, and his deep, dark eyes stared at her intensely as he said in a hoarse voice, "You did it on purpose, didn’t you? Hmm?"

The sound was heavy and overwhelming like a giant wave.

Renee Winslow felt like she was about to break, and she quickly grabbed the man’s tightly toned arm, pleading in a soft voice, "Gentle, gentle..."

Jack Yates not only didn’t go gentler, but he also intensified, his rough and deep voice resonating in her ear, "You dare to bite when you can’t handle it?"

Renee Winslow defended herself pitifully, "I didn’t bite you."

Jack Yates chuckled, his thumb gently caressed her rosy lips, his fingertip teasing her plump lip bead as he spoke in a low voice, "Good girl, it’s not just about using this..."

Knock, knock, knock—

The sound of knocking on the door echoed once again.

Renee Winslow was so startled she tried to wiggle a few times to escape Jack Yates’ grip, but her efforts were in vain and instead seemed to reward Jack.

The man laughed in a deep voice, holding her waist, his chin pressing on her neck, "Good girl, just like that, shake a bit more."

Renee Winslow’s face turned red with embarrassment, snapping back, "Hurry up!"

Her intention was for Jack Yates to finish quickly.

However, the man behind her deliberately misinterpreted her words, with a slightly roguish smile, "If I go faster, can you handle it?"

Over an hour later, Jack Yates walked out of the room wearing a black shirt, black trousers, and a black jacket, his entire outfit black, exuding a cold restraint.

However, the few men present, being veterans in romance, immediately saw that he wasn’t truly detached and abstinent, just well-fed.

Frederick Yates had also changed his clothes, and seeing Jack’s satisfied expression, didn’t dare make jokes with this Grim Reaper, pretending not to see and slipped to the side.

Jack Yates sat on a brown leather sofa, extending his hand as Aiden Grant immediately passed him a cigarette, and Simon Forrester hastily lit it for him with a lighter.

After handing over the cigarette, Aiden Grant also poured him a cup of Longjing tea.

"So, what’s going on?" Jack Yates addressed Simon Forrester, speaking while exhaling a puff of dense white smoke.

Amid the hazy smoke, his sharply defined face seemed veiled in a thin layer of mist, appearing somewhat blurry, exuding a dangerous allure.

The more so, the more captivating.

Sitting in the corner of the sofa, Lily Thatcher couldn’t help but gaze at Jack Yates.

Despite Jack Yates not glancing at her, not even a sideways glance, merely watching him silently stirred Lily Thatcher’s heart.

This was Jack Yates after all, the foremost noble young master of The Quadrangle, with a prominent family background and outstanding abilities, the man she had secretly admired since her youth.

She had liked Jack Yates for a full ten years, from fifteen to twenty-five, silently harboring her feelings all on her own.

However, Jack Yates didn’t like her, so Lily Thatcher suppressed her feelings for him, never expressing them publicly, enduring the bitter agony of unrequited love alone.

She initially thought Jack Yates would find a woman more beautiful, with a stronger, more outstanding family background than her, but to her surprise, Jack Yates chose a girl with nothing but beauty, a poor, shabby student.

Even in terms of appearance, that girl Renee Winslow wasn’t exceptionally stunning, merely a simple, innocent flower, not luxurious like a peony or glamorous like a rose.

In Lily Thatcher’s view, Renee Winslow wasn’t at all worthy of Jack Yates!

Thinking of this, Lily Thatcher couldn’t help but feel aggrieved, tears welling up, looking at Jack Yates tearfully.

Simon Forrester glanced at his cousin, seeing her about to cry, felt a pang of sympathy, and hurriedly said to Frederick Yates, "Fourth Brother, could you please take Mr. Blackwood next door..."

Before he finished speaking, Jack Yates interrupted, "No need, we’re all brothers here, no need to be formal."

Simon Forrester, looking troubled, gazed at Jack Yates, "Third Brother..."

Jack Yates raised his brow, casting a sharp glance at Simon Forrester, "What, you think ListenTide isn’t family?"

Simon Forrester responded, "No, that’s not what I mean, it’s just I thought..."

With his long, slender fingers knocking on the table, Jack Yates cut him off coldly, "Looks like you don’t want this place running anymore."

Simon Forrester chuckled awkwardly, "Third Brother, come on, spare your brother."

Jack Yates, done with the small talk, coldly ordered, "Get to the point."

"Here’s the thing." Simon Forrester pulled his nephew Leo Forrester in front, "Leo was being mischievous, using a sling..."

A sudden phone ring interrupted Simon Forrester’s words.

Seeing Jack Yates pick up the phone, Simon Forrester quietly sighed with relief, thinking, at least it’s Jack’s phone; if it were someone else’s, both he and that person would likely be scolded.

Hanging up the phone, Jack Yates addressed Frederick Yates, "Have someone outside pickup the items Butler Pierce sent over."

After Frederick Yates went out, Jack Yates looked at Simon Forrester, raising an eyebrow, "Continue."

Simon Forrester coughed and started speaking with difficulty, "Well, Leo was being naughty, playing with a slingshot and accidentally hit..."

Lily Thatcher suddenly stood up, "It was me." She walked up to Jack Yates, eyes brimming with tears, her voice soft, "Third Brother, I’m sorry, I told Leo to do it."

Jack Yates narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over her face like a knife; his voice even colder than his gaze, "Reason."

Lily Thatcher bit her lip, "I was jealous of her."

Those words left everyone stunned.

Simon Forrester, after a brief stupor, looked at Lily Thatcher in disbelief.

Jack Yates’s expression remained cold and harsh, without any change in emotion.

Lily Thatcher only felt her face burning hot, but since the words were already out, she could only continue with gritted teeth.

"I thought she wasn’t good enough for Third Brother, but Third Brother was so good to her. I was jealous, so, so I told Leo to hit her with a slingshot."

Simon Forrester: "..."

The others all looked like they were watching a show.

Jack Yates said nothing, his expression indifferent as he smoked a cigarette, tapping the table softly with his long index finger, one tap after another.

The crisp tapping sound fell on Lily Thatcher’s heart, making her heart tremble.

Even though Jack Yates didn’t say a word, his strong and cold presence made everyone tense up, not daring to breathe loudly.

Halfway through the cigarette, Jack Yates extinguished it, exhaling thick white smoke from his nose.

"Let’s do this," he said in a cold voice, "I’m a grown man; it’s not appropriate to lay a hand on you."

Lily Thatcher breathed a sigh of relief, smiling with tears, just about to thank him.

Only to hear Jack Yates say again, "I’ll have Bonnie come over. Whichever leg you hit her with, she’ll hit you back on the same leg. Fair, right?"

Lily Thatcher: "..."

Simon Forrester opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

The hall was deadly silent.

At this moment, a female server came to the entrance of the hall with a sealed, delicate bag.

"Mr. Yates." The female server called out.

Jack Yates stood up, walked to the door, took the bag, and turned to the lounge.

Everyone kept their eyes to themselves, not saying a word.

The bag contained Renee Winslow’s clothes, packed up by Aunty Warren and sent over by Butler Pierce.

Renee Winslow was wearing Jack Yates’s white shirt, lying on the bed playing with her phone. It’s a new one she bought herself, no longer using the surveillance device Jack Yates had given her.

Hearing the door open, Renee Winslow quickly turned around.

Jack Yates walked to the bedside with the bag, seeing her exposed legs—white, tender, well-proportioned, with noticeable red marks at the thighs that got deeper inward.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze darkened, and he leaned down, grabbing her smooth, white leg with a large hand.

Renee Winslow hadn’t recovered yet, afraid he’d come again, quickly pressed her hand against his chest, "We really can’t do it anymore." Glancing at the bag in his hand, she quickly changed the subject to distract him, "Are those my clothes?"

"Yeah." Jack Yates responded with a deep voice, tossed the bag onto the bed, and cupped her neck with his large hand, his handsome face drawing close, kissing her lips.

Renee Winslow tried to evade but couldn’t, she could only let him kiss her.

Jack Yates didn’t deepen the kiss; he sucked lightly on her lips, then released her, speaking in a deep voice, "Do you know how to play with a slingshot?"

"Huh?" Renee Winslow didn’t understand why he suddenly brought this up, shook her head, "No."

Jack Yates looked at her clear, watery eyes, appearing adorably confused, his heart softened, inadvertently curling his lips, "I’ll teach you later."

Renee Winslow nodded, "Okay."

Jack Yates glanced at her white legs, gripping her smooth knee with a large hand, "After you learn, hit back."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Jack Yates caressed her knee, squinting his eyes, speaking seriously, "Whoever hit you on one leg, you hit them back twice as hard."

Renee Winslow: "... But I don’t know who hit me."

Jack Yates: "Later, I’ll tell you who to hit, and you just need to do it."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Jack Yates grasped her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Did you remember?"