My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 184: Third Uncle Practices His Waist Every Night
Sydney Thorne was just about to speak when Frederick Yates, who had gone to Thatcher Manor to deliver a signal blocking device, returned.
The car window rolled down, and Frederick Yates greeted with a smile, "Mr. Thorne." Then he looked at Sydney Thorne and nodded with a smile, "Miss Thorne, Happy New Year."
Sydney Thorne replied with a smile, "Not as happy as the Fourth Young Master Yates. Where have you been enjoying yourself?"
Frederick Yates raised an eyebrow, laughed roguishly, and said, "Where else? Of course, in the arms of a gentlewoman."
Although Patrick Thorne was also a bit of a rogue, he couldn’t display it openly in front of his cousin. He coughed, took Sydney Thorne by the arm, and forcibly pulled her away.
Frederick Yates watched the Thorne siblings walk away, shaking his head with a smile.
Now he suddenly understood why Third Brother Yates was so obsessed with a young, inexperienced college girl.
Not to mention anything else, just Renee Winslow’s clean and pure aura was something scarcely found in most people, and even more rare in their circle.
No wonder Third Brother Yates liked Renee Winslow so much.
Of course, there must be other reasons; he just didn’t know them. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
After parking the car, Frederick Yates, with one hand in his pocket, walked leisurely towards the main building.
Just as he reached the front of the hall and was about to go in, Jack Yates and Sydney Thorne came out.
Frederick Yates smiled and asked, "Are you two heading out?"
Jack Yates sternly instructed, "You came back at the right time, take Miss Thorne for a stroll in the garden."
Frederick Yates: "..."
Jack Yates’s brows pressed down, his eyes full of menace: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go."
Frederick Yates: "Third Brother, isn’t this inappropriate?"
Jack Yates placed a hand on Frederick Yates’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Listen, or you’ll be confined at home throughout the Spring Festival."
Frederick Yates gritted his teeth in anger: "Brother, you really are my blood brother!"
Sydney Thorne smiled at Jack Yates: "The Third Young Master Yates doesn’t seem sincere."
Jack Yates replied plainly, "I have matters to attend to now. I’ll have the Fourth accompany Miss Thorne in the garden, and I’ll support her in the afternoon."
Sydney Thorne graciously responded, "Alright, make sure you keep your word, Third Brother Yates."
Jack Yates turned away and called Secretary Lowell.
"Remind those two roommates of Renee Winslow. Whatever they see online, pretend they don’t know. If they want to graduate smoothly, they’d better keep quiet."
Secretary Lowell was startled but dared not ask further and respectfully replied, "Understood."
Jack Yates continued, "Also, that friend of hers, the actress, called Gaga or something, tell her to keep her mouth shut too."
After giving these instructions, Jack Yates turned to find Caleb Yates standing not far away, looking grim.
Caleb Yates curled one side of his mouth into a cold, mischievous smile: "Uncle is so capable, why not simply eliminate all witnesses?"
Jack Yates’s voice was icy: "You too, keep your mouth shut."
Caleb Yates sneered, "What a joke, Uncle. Do you think I’ll keep your secret? I’m dying to tell Renee so she gets mad at you."
Jack Yates slowly rolled up his sleeves and punched Caleb Yates in the face.
Caleb Yates, having trained on the island for three months, didn’t do so for nothing. As Jack Yates swung his fist, Caleb dodged nimbly, following up with a kick towards Jack Yates’s waist.
Jack Yates bent backward easily evading Caleb Yates’s attack, then swiftly straightened up, firing a punch like lightning into Caleb Yates’s face.
This time, Caleb couldn’t dodge, his nose stung, and he almost sprayed blood.
Frederick Yates, leading Sydney Thorne on a leisurely stroll, witnessed the uncle and nephew sparring.
That moment when Jack Yates bent backward was also seen by Sydney Thorne.
Sydney Thorne, already having a desire to conquer Jack Yates, was utterly intrigued watching Jack Yates’s movements, imagining him in more intimate scenarios.
This man was too enticing; Sydney Thorne wanted him even more! Absolutely couldn’t resist!
Jack Yates adjusted his coat, looking appreciatively at Caleb Yates, "Not bad, the training wasn’t wasted."
Caleb Yates, noticing bystanders, didn’t want to act more for an audience, wiping the corner of his damaged mouth, chimed in roguishly, "Uncle isn’t bad either, still got such a strong back at thirty."
Jack Yates raised an eyebrow, chuckling meaningfully, "Naturally."
Being adult men, they naturally understood what the chuckle implied.
Caleb Yates gritted his teeth in frustration, feeling the futility of being outmaneuvered.
Jack Yates placed a hand on Caleb Yates’s shoulder, speaking quietly enough for only them to hear, "Uncle is training his waist every night, for at least two hours."
Caleb Yates clenched his fists, eyes burning with rage!
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Renee Winslow finished lunch, took a nap until two, then resumed reading and memorizing words in the study, alternating between recitation and writing.
Working until five, she put away her books and exercises, leaving the study.
Shay was in the kitchen picking vegetables, preparing dinner.
Renee Winslow peeked from the kitchen door, asking, "Shana, what’s for dinner?"
Shay turned with a grin, "Stir-fried broccoli, garlic oil lettuce, chilled cucumber, and seaweed egg soup."
Renee Winslow: "..."
What kind of New Year is this, eating like a monk at a temple?
Renee Winslow turned away and went to the living room, picking up her phone to call Jack Yates.
Jack Yates, entertaining Sydney Thorne with a shopping trip, was just leaving a luxury flagship store when his phone rang.
Thinking it was Chloe Bell calling to check on him, he pulled out his phone irritably but immediately smiled seeing it was Renee Winslow.
"Hey, babe." He walked aside, lowering his voice, "Have you eaten yet?"
Renee Winslow lamented, "Jack Yates, I want to go out for dinner."
Jack Yates chuckled deeply, pampering and accommodating, "Patience, wait a few more days, I’ll join you when I’m done."
Renee Winslow directly confronted him, "I know you’re getting engaged today. But go ahead with your engagement. I’m not going to stop you, nor will I make a scene at your house. Why are you confining me?"
Jack Yates dropped his smile, his voice turning cold and deep, "Does that mean you hope for my engagement with someone else?"
Renee Winslow frowned, "Don’t twist my words! What do you mean by hoping you get engaged to someone else? Can I decide whether you get engaged?"
Jack Yates: "Renee, do you trust me?"
Renee Winslow didn’t directly address the trust issue but said, "Jack Yates, I can’t control your thoughts or decisions, but I can control mine."
Jack Yates felt a sudden tightness in his chest, frowning as he asked, "Renee Winslow, what do you mean?"
