My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 161: Have You Learned It?

"I’ll wear it, I’ll wear it."

Renee Winslow reluctantly gave in.

She didn’t want to do it now, because if she did it now, she’d have to do it again when watching the movie later. It would be better to wait until midway through the movie when the mood was right. This way, she might be able to reduce it by two times.

While she was dawdling about putting on pajamas, Jack Yates went to the living room to set up the movie.

Jack had set a time limit of three minutes, and at two minutes and forty-eight seconds after hanging up the phone, Secretary Lowell sent it to him promptly.

Before Frank Lowell became Jack Yates’ secretary, he had worked as a secretary in the county committee office and was skilled at writing documents.

Apart from writing documents, Secretary Lowell’s adaptability was also top-notch; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to hold the position of "secretary."

The main reason Secretary Lowell resigned from his job in the public sector was to earn more money.

Although jobs in the public sector are stable, the salary isn’t high, only a few thousand per month.

At that time, he was in urgent need of money because his mother had a severe illness that needed treatment, his wife was newly pregnant, and he had a mortgage to pay.

With no other choice, he had to quit his stable and respectable job, and for this, he was scolded by his father.

After all, passing the civil service exam was every Ruther resident’s ultimate dream. When he graduated from university, he had taken the exam twice before passing.

After passing, he worked hard for many years and by coincidence, got into the county committee office as a secretary.

But unfortunately, less than two years after he joined the committee, his mother fell seriously ill, so he had to give up this stable and respectable job.

Coincidentally, the Starkwood Group was hiring a secretary for the CEO at that time. He applied with a try-it-out mentality, without expecting to successfully interview, but he did succeed.

The moment he received the offer, Frank Lowell was even more excited than when he passed the civil service exam! 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

A man in his thirties, he cried and laughed again on the street.

Until now, Frank Lowell has been working at Starkwood Group as a secretary for six years, and his annual salary has increased from over three hundred thousand initially to over one million now, not including the year-end bonuses.

If he were still working in the public sector, earning over a million a year would only be possible through bribery.

But should he choose that path, his end would not be far.

Therefore, he puts a lot of effort into this high-paying job as Secretary Lowell.

No matter what Jack Yates asks for, as long as it doesn’t involve killing, arson, or breaking the law, anything within his power he will do, and anything beyond his current means, he will find a way to make happen.

He can’t let Jack Yates feel that he’s useless, nor can he give Jack Yates any reason to consider replacing him.

He must constantly demonstrate his value; only then can he work at Starkwood longer.

He is very satisfied with this job because with an annual income over a million, he can provide a good life for his entire family.

Secretary Lowell is not a man with grand ambitions, but rather pragmatic. He desires neither immense wealth nor fame, just stability and peace.

His goal is to keep such a generously compensated job.

Thus, when he received Jack Yates’ peculiar task, Secretary Lowell didn’t even bat an eye and decisively yet straightforwardly reached out to an old friend who runs a KTV back home.

That old friend used to show adult videotapes to many boys in class during middle school, and as class monitor at the time, Frank Lowell scolded him a few times to no avail, eventually deciding ’if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em’ and watched a few tapes along with them.

After all, teenage boys, who isn’t interested in ’that’, unless there are no normal physiological needs.

Jack Yates required it to be sent within three minutes, and not only did Frank Lowell send it on time, but he also included some extras not explicitly requested by Jack.

Besides the basics of The Occident and Japanese-Korean genres, he added some supernatural, trans, and various explicit multiple-person activities.

After sending them, Secretary Lowell didn’t forget to remind Jack Yates.

[Mr. Yates, regarding Miss Winslow’s grandmother’s request to buy a car, should I refuse or pick an appropriately priced one?]

Unhurriedly, Jack Yates had just set up the movie, paused it, and picked up his phone to call Secretary Lowell.

"Refuse, just say my company is bankrupt, owes a large debt, and is trying to raise money, even sold the house we live in."

Upon hearing this, Secretary Lowell understood it meant to completely prevent Renee Winslow’s grandmother from bothering them again.

While Jack Yates was on the phone, Renee had just walked into the living room, and he made no attempt to hide his words from her.

So she heard it all clearly, the words "bankrupt," "debt," "raise money," "sell the house," likely related to her grandmother asking Jack for a car.

After Jack hung up, she tentatively asked, "Did my grandmother call Secretary Lowell again?"

Jack turned to look at her, his gaze scanning her body and finally resting on those barely hidden points, his eyes growing darker, his voice low and husky, "Yes, but you didn’t like it, so I refused."

Actually, buying a house for Renee Winslow’s father wasn’t solely for controlling her.

If Jack wanted to control her, he had plenty of ways to do so, even without using her family.

It was because he saw how well she treated her grandparents and thought she must be a filial and sensible child, and indeed she was, so he decided to buy a house for her family without asking her.

Spending a million plus in a second-tier city to buy a home wasn’t much trouble, and if it could make Renee happy, he thought it was worth it.

But he never expected that not only would she be unhappy, she turned around and threw a huge fit at him, quarreled, and fought with him.

That was the first time Jack realized what "backfiring" meant, and it infuriated him quite a bit.

Now that he understood her feelings, Jack naturally wouldn’t do such thankless tasks anymore.

Though a million might not be much for him, as mentioned, money doesn’t grow on trees and spending it to annoy the young lady is foolish.

Jack leaned closer, "In the future, if you don’t like something, just tell me directly. If you say it, I won’t do it again."

Renee blinked, "Really?"

Jack smirked, "Of course."

Renee: "I don’t like doing it every night, maybe two or three times a week, is that okay?"

Jack: "..."

Seeing the smile fading from his face, Renee was so scared she shrank back a little and muttered, "You asked me to say it, I said it, and you aren’t happy again."

Jack: "Pick another."

Renee’s eyes darted around, and she asked again, "Then, can we reduce the frequency, like at most three times in one night, is that okay?"

Before Jack could answer, she quickly added, "If you can’t even agree to that, then forget about it, I don’t really dislike anything."

Jack reluctantly compromised, "Alright."

Having voiced it, he could only agree, otherwise, he’d come off as untrustworthy.

Besides, he firmly believed that between a man and a woman, doing it more would naturally become better.

She’s still young now, perhaps not yet interested in such things, but over time, she’d become addicted, and then he’d have her begging him for it.

Thinking of Renee’s charming demeanor pleading under him, Jack’s blood boiled.

With a quick gulp, Jack picked her up abruptly.

The sudden lift-off made Renee cry out.

She promptly wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck to steady herself and slapped him playfully, "Don’t carry me, let me down."

Jack adjusted his grip on her, "Not letting go."

A coy expression on his face.

Renee glanced at the paused TV; the image was frozen and blurred, she couldn’t see what was happening on the screen.

She just wanted Jack to put her down, so she said, "Weren’t we going to watch a movie?"

Jack grinned slyly, "We’ll watch soon."

Then he sat down with her in his arms and hit play on the remote.

In view was a blonde, blue-eyed, light-skinned couple; the man lay on a sunbed with his legs splayed playfully, while the woman squatted in front of him...

The sound of water and swallowing emerged clearly from the television.

Renee’s breathing quickened as she watched, her body tensing.

Jack held her waist with one hand while stroking her face with the other, his thumb gently rubbing her lip corner, his voice low and husky, "Have you learned?"