CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: YOU’RE TOO SMALL

Once the Mid-Autumn Festival was over, it was soon National Day.

On the day before the holiday, on the way to the cafeteria after class, Joyce Pierce excitedly asked, "The holiday is almost here, seven days off for National Day! Where do you guys plan to go?"

Ivy Jansen said, "My boyfriend and I are going to climb Mount Taishon, what about you guys?"

"We’re going to the Northsea District." Joyce replied, then turned to look at Renee Winslow, "Renee, what about you, where are you going?"

Renee Winslow smiled and said, "I don’t know yet."

Joyce sighed, "Oh, you know, back when Caleb Yates was pursuing you — a third-generation official, so handsome, he chased you passionately for a year, but you wouldn’t agree, and now you’ve just casually found a boyfriend."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Feeling guilty, Renee Winslow didn’t dare meet their eyes and simply looked down at the road.

Ivy Jansen, however, tugged on Joyce’s arm to smooth things over: "Alright, don’t bring up Caleb Yates again. Besides, everyone has their own ambitions. Love is all about fate. It’s normal for Renee not to like Caleb and not agree to him."

After a pause, Ivy added, "Moreover, he made such a fuss while pursuing her, and what happened? He ended up going abroad. Fortunately, Renee didn’t agree. Guys like him, rich and spoiled, end up going overseas anyway. He obviously pursued Renee out of attraction, and he would have left after getting what he wanted without any responsibility. If Renee had agreed, she might have ended up very upset."

Joyce: "That’s true."

And with that, the topic passed, and Ivy and Joyce started discussing their National Day travel plans again.

After class in the afternoon, Renee Winslow walked back to Cloudstream Lake Apartments.

Anyway, the school wasn’t far from the apartment, it wouldn’t take long to walk.

As long as Jack Yates didn’t pick her up, she usually walked back by herself.

That day, she got out of class early, before four o’clock.

However, Jack Yates didn’t come to pick her up, he was busy today. He mentioned in the morning that he had a dinner meeting that evening and would be back very late, telling her to have dinner by herself.

Renee ate dinner alone downstairs, and after finishing, she returned to the apartment and read in the study until nine before going to shower.

Just as she was showering, Jack Yates returned.

Hearing a knock on the bathroom door, despite knowing it was most likely Jack Yates, Renee still nervously covered her body with a bath towel and asked, "Who is it?"

Jack Yates’s voice came with a smile: "It’s me."

Renee breathed a sigh of relief, put down the towel, and continued washing.

Jack asked, "Did you have dinner?"

Renee: "I did."

Jack: "Let’s shower together."

Renee quickly said, "I’m almost done, just wait a moment."

But Jack directly pushed open the bathroom door, walked into the shower, and embraced her, leaning down to kiss her neck.

Renee tried to push him away but couldn’t, so she turned around, only making it easier for him.

Jack held her tender, soft body tightly, biting her gently with heavy breathing: "Where do you want to go during the holiday?"

Renee tried to push him away again: "I was about to ask you, it’s a seven-day National Holiday, what are your plans?"

Jack turned her around, and with his long fingers lightly caressed her graceful, sexy shoulder blades: "I’ll listen to you, we can go wherever you want."

Renee wrapped her arms around his lean waist, burying her face into his chest: "You take me, I’m not sure where’s fun. This year you lead, next year it’ll be my turn to arrange."

As for next year’s arrangements, they could discuss them when the time came.

Jack’s voice was like a smoky whisper, hoarse and deep: "Alright."

Over an hour later, Renee was carried out by Jack, her face as red as a cooked shrimp. She realized that Jack really liked the bathroom.

This time she couldn’t help asking, "Why do you always like it in the bathroom? It’s clearly quite inconvenient..."

Their height difference was significant, making things inconvenient in the shower since they had to stand.

She couldn’t stand for long, never lasting more than five minutes every time, yet Jack always took a long time.

Jack caressed her face, gazing deeply at her: "Because baby is too small."

Renee thought he was referring to age, intending to say it was not too bad, but Jack whispered by her ear: "Not age."

Renee was surprised, if not age, then what could it be?

Before she could ask, Jack’s thin lips brushed her ear, providing an answer, saying that precisely because she was small, he liked the bathroom more, where the help of shower water made it better.

Renee blushed fiercely, raising her hand to hit him: "Oh, Jack Yates, you’re so bad!"