My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 171: What’s Your Solution

Chloe Bell put on an exhausted appearance and waved her hand: "Ugh, I haven’t the heart or the energy to deal with him now."

Hank Yates said considerately: "Auntie, you don’t need to get involved in this matter, I have a plan."

Chloe Bell asked suspiciously: "Oh? What plan do you have?"

Hank Yates smiled: "It’s almost the New Year, I’ll go to talk to Dad soon and use the New Year reunion as an excuse to get Uncle to bring Kaylie back."

Chloe Bell looked troubled: "Once Kaylie returns, she’ll probably fight with Uncle over that girl again, which will upset your dad and grandpa."

Hank Yates: "That’s exactly the point—to make them upset. This time, they must be the ones to play the bad guy."

Chloe Bell’s heart skipped a beat, feeling as if her secret had been uncovered, but she remained calm on the surface.

"You mean to have your Dad and Grandpa offend Uncle?"

Hank Yates laughed and took Chloe Bell’s hand: "Auntie may not know about my mom and grandma’s situation."

Chloe Bell smiled faintly and said nothing.

How could she not know?

She knows more than anyone about the Yates Family’s affairs because she fell in love with Russell Yates at sixteen.

Back then, she was in the same artistic troupe as Russell Yates, and Chloe Bell wasn’t the enviable young lady of the Bell Family yet, just its Cinderella.

Entering the troupe at thirteen, she was skinny and small, an easy target for bullying.

She endured the bullying silently because her father had been sent for reeducation in The Northwest, her mother was living alone with her young brother and sister, unable to support her.

During her first year there, on New Year’s Eve, the troupe dined on dumplings, and she was given the least, ones with broken skins.

Just as she prepared to go hungry, someone split his dumplings in half and offered them to her.

That person was the spirited Eldest Master Yates, Russell Yates.

Russell Yates was eighteen that year.

A son of high-ranking officials in The Capital, the eldest son of General Yates, handsome, talented, with a gentle and elegant demeanor—loved by all.

Over half the girls in the troupe fancied him, openly or secretly.

Chloe Bell truly fell for Russell Yates at sixteen, while attending a performance tour in the borderlands; she fell ill with a persistent high fever.

It snowed heavily, blocking the mountain; cars couldn’t pass, so the only way was to walk and summon a doctor, which delayed things.

Russell Yates carried her on his back for five kilometers through the snow to see a doctor.

She knew deep down, Russell’s kindness and willingness to carry her weren’t due to any special affection; he was simply good to everyone.

Nonetheless, she could not help but fall for the benevolent Eldest Master Yates.

Yet, Eldest Master Yates loved no one, was unimpressed by the girls in the troupe, instead falling for the family’s maid.

I heard the maid was like a thousand-year-fox spirit, enchanting, and quickly captivated Eldest Master Yates’s heart.

Chloe Bell had never confessed her love for Russell Yates to anyone, not even him.

Later, after her father’s political vindication and the end of the self-defense war, she applied to study abroad.

During those foreign years, she dated but never encountered someone who’d halve their dumplings for her on a winter night or carry her five kilometers through a snowstorm.

So, how could Chloe Bell not be aware of the Yates Family maid’s story?

After all, this man warmed her entire youth during those turbulent times, making it unforgettable.

From sixteen to fifty-eight, she has loved him for forty-two years.

Hank Yates actually knows Chloe Bell is aware, but he must say it because his stability in the Starkwood Group depends on her.

"Back then, Grandma strongly opposed Dad and Mom together, Grandfather actually objected too, but he’s cunning; he opposed in mind but didn’t express it."

"Grandma and Aunt played the biggest villains, though they eventually tore them apart, Dad hated Grandma and Aunt for a lifetime, unresolved even at Grandma’s death, and to this day doesn’t interact with Aunt."

Chloe Bell stayed silent; knowing these details kept her from troubling Renee Winslow, fearing Jack Yates’s resentment.

Hank Yates linked arms with Chloe Bell: "Auntie, we mustn’t follow Grandma and Aunt’s path, this time, let Dad and Grandpa be the bad guys."

Chloe Bell gently patted Hank Yates’s hand and smiled warmly: "Auntie’s getting old, lacks the energy to handle these, you’ll make the call on future family matters."

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While Renee Winslow’s arm was injured, Jack Yates helped bathe her every time; initially, she refused, thinking she could wash with one hand and not wanting Jack’s help, but realized it was inconvenient.

With no alternative, she let Jack help.

The first bath made her shy, but she got used to it over time.

Except each bath, Jack would do things unrelated to cleaning.

Before hurting her arm, she couldn’t stop him; now with one arm hurt, it’s even harder.

Facing the wet tiled wall, enduring his force, Renee wondered why it wasn’t a leg injury—then he couldn’t have his way.

As she adapted to Jack’s bathing service, suddenly her period came.

Renee wanted Jack not to assist; yet Jack persisted as always, insisting on helping.

So, Renee squatted, with Jack holding the showerhead and aiding her.

Long fingers tainted by red, both stunned.

Renee’s face blushed like blood, eyes down, silent.

Jack’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he continued assisting her.

Renee resolutely wished Jack wouldn’t help; she resolved to bathe alone, citing her period as the reason.

"I’ll wash myself later."

Jack was rolling his sleeves; at her words, his eyelids lifted: "Your arm’s healed?"

Renee coughed: "No, just my period came today."

Actually, it hadn’t; she just didn’t want Jack bathing her again.

Jack raised an eyebrow: "But didn’t I bathe you last time too?"

Renee reddened: "Last time was last time, last time was in the hospital, now I’m not."

Jack glanced at her hanging arm: "Behave, go wait in the bathroom."

Renee couldn’t outmatch him, reluctantly shuffled to the bathroom.

Once inside, she sat in the dressing room awaiting Jack.

As Jack entered in a thin white shirt, belt-loosened trousers, sleeves rolled to the elbows, exposing firm arms.

Renee stood as he entered.

Since her arm break, she wore no pullover clothes, choosing ones with buttons; even layered wear had buttons.

Jack lowered his head to unbutton for her; his well-defined fingers maneuvering white buttons, one by one.

With the cardigan fully unbuttoned, revealing the black bra within.

Jack’s hands reached behind to unclasp the double-rowed hooks skillfully.

Bouncing like resilient jelly, coincidentally hitting Jack’s hand.

Jack’s eyes darkened, leaning in to taste just as the bedroom’s phone rang.

Renee seized the chance and nudged him with one hand: "Go answer the phone."

Jack restrained, pinching her lightly: "Offer it to me later."

Renee refused without hesitation: "No!"

Offer it?

He’s dreaming; shameless.

Jack exited the bathroom, closing the door behind, heading to the desk to answer.

"It better be important."

Kyle Sheffield, catching Jack’s unsatisfied tone, wanted to laugh yet resisted, coughing: "Hector Hawthorne’s urgent."

"Oh? How urgent?" Jack lit a cigarette.