CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 94: SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND

The airplane soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds, as the twilight pierced the cabin window.

Renee Winslow watched the rolling white clouds outside, with sunlight outlining golden edges, making it look like a fairyland.

While she admired the sunlight and clouds, Jack Yates was watching her.

Feeling a bit uneasy under Jack Yates’ intense gaze, Renee Winslow cautiously asked, "What’s wrong?"

Jack Yates gently caressed her soft, fair cheek, his deep dark eyes fixed straight on her.

Renee Winslow felt increasingly uneasy under his gaze, even slightly afraid.

She feared Jack Yates’ gaze, deep and profound, like an abyss that could swallow someone whole.

Not daring to meet Jack Yates’ eyes, Renee Winslow frantically shifted her gaze back out the window.

Jack Yates chuckled softly, withdrew his gaze, and opened his laptop to look at documents.

After watching outside for a while, Renee Winslow’s excitement waned, and sleepiness swept over her, soon lulling her to sleep.

Listening to the gentle breath, Jack Yates turned his head to look at the girl beside him, her low ponytail loosely resting against her ear, her small, fair face sweetly asleep, lips slightly pursed.

Just watching her like this made him feel comfortable, at peace within.

Sunlight streamed through the airplane window, making the girl’s skin turn even fairer, with a hint of blush, growing cuter with each look.

Feeling his heart itch, Jack Yates leaned down to gently kiss the girl’s smooth, white forehead.

The assistant and bodyguards nearby were stunned, exchanging a look of shock.

They quickly regained composure, after all, to be chosen as Jack Yates’ personal bodyguards and assistants, they weren’t ordinary people; without emotional management skills, they wouldn’t have been selected by him.

Jack Yates took advantage of the flight to review urgent project documents.

The airplane landed at Brudelle International Airport at 1 PM local time, under the bright and dazzling summer sunshine that was blinding.

As soon as Renee Winslow got off the plane, she squinted against the sunlight, raising her hand to shield her forehead.

Suddenly, a sun hat was placed on her head, prompting her to look up at the person beside her.

The man was tall and strong, casting a shadow over her to shield her from the harsh sun.

Seeing her dazed expression, Jack Yates gently smiled and carefully adjusted the hat for her, also placing a pair of sunglasses on her nose.

Renee Winslow pressed her lips together, softly saying, "Thank you."

It wasn’t her fault for being careless; she genuinely hadn’t had time to prepare.

Last night, after Jack Yates suddenly announced they’d be traveling abroad after dinner, she hurried back to her bedroom to pack. Just as she bent over to fold clothes, Jack Yates embraced her from behind, and without another word, began making love.

He went at it for hours, and it wasn’t until after midnight, around twelve o’clock, that she finally slept.

Sleeping late at night and rising early for the flight meant she didn’t have time to prepare anything beyond essential documents, not even a change of clothes.

Seeing Jack Yates produce the hat and sunglasses, Renee Winslow simply thanked him, didn’t ask when he prepared them—surely, it was the assistant’s doing, as Jack Yates wouldn’t have the leisure to handle such trivial matters.

On the plane, Renee Winslow spent the day in a daze, waking and sleeping intermittently, and after the ten-hour flight, her ears buzzed painfully with severe tinnitus.

Covering her mouth, she coughed a few times, continually swallowing saliva, her ears still uncomfortable.

Jack Yates massaged her ear and offered a bottle of mineral water for her to drink.

After taking a few sips, Renee Winslow felt somewhat better.

Their ride was a black Maybach, directly parked on the tarmac.

The Maybach’s door opened, and a burly blond man emerged, laughing heartily as he walked up, speaking in English to greet Jack Yates.

The bodyguard behind Jack Yates was about to step forward when Jack subtly raised his hand, signaling him to retreat, standing half a meter behind Jack Yates.

The man approached and extended his hand to Jack Yates, "Jack, welcome to Brudelle."

Jack Yates shook his hand, politely exchanging pleasantries.

The man’s gaze landed on Renee Winslow, surprised, with raised brows, "The young assistant this time is quite young and beautiful."

In English, Jack Yates replied, "She’s my girlfriend."

Renee Winslow understood this, tilting her head slightly to glance at Jack Yates.

He gently rubbed her head, his tone soft and indulgent, "Isn’t my introduction correct?"