My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 207: I Bet You Still Love Me!

Being publicly embarrassed is uncomfortable for anyone, especially in front of so many people. Third Master Yates felt like finding a hole to hide in.

Nevertheless, despite the awkwardness, she didn’t show any fear, outwardly maintaining a calm demeanor and even smiled, saying, "Yes, my deceased husband was also a soldier."

Jack Yates heard Third Master Yates mention the word "husband" and felt a tingling itch in his heart, both itchy and agitated.

Forcing down the bone-deep itch, the man smiled casually and turned to Evan Fenton saying, "Mr. Fenton, do you mind if I sit over here?"

Evan Fenton was momentarily stunned, then stood up flattered, smiling while offering his seat, "Mr. Yates, please!"

Realizing it’s inappropriate to offer the chair he had been sitting in, Evan quickly and obsequiously replaced Jack Yates’ chair, then moved his own seat to the back.

Jack Yates nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Fenton."

Evan Fenton’s face bloomed with a smile, "You’re welcome, Mr. Yates, please sit."

Jack was indeed unreserved, adjusted his pant legs and sat down gracefully, crossing his legs with an elegant posture.

The distance between chairs in the venue wasn’t narrow, falling within a suitable social range.

However, once Jack sat down, Renee Winslow felt there was no gap beside her, as their bodies inevitably touched.

Renee Winslow immediately stood up and said to Evan Fenton behind her, "Mr. Fenton, I’m going to the restroom."

Evan Fenton nodded, "Alright, hurry back."

Before leaving, Renee Winslow politely nodded at Jack Yates.

Even though she didn’t want to engage much with Jack Yates, proper etiquette had to be maintained publicly, lest she seemed like she couldn’t let go.

After Renee Winslow walked away, Jack Yates’ smile instantly disappeared.

Evan Fenton sat behind Renee’s seat, looking at Jack’s cold profile, wanting to start a conversation, leaned forward and was about to speak.

Jack Yates turned his head slightly, giving him a sharp look.

Evan Fenton shuddered involuntarily, awkwardly leaned back in his chair, dismissing the idea of cozying up.

Despite being slow-witted, Evan could see that there was something between Renee and Jack. They definitely had a past.

If Renee had been involved with Third Young Master Yates from The Capital Circle, then who was the father of her child?

The child didn’t resemble Jack Yates or Declan Donovan, so who could it be?

Unable to figure it out, Evan Fenton thought for a long time and felt, The Capital Circle is indeed chaotic.

After washing her hands in the restroom, Renee Winslow was about to return to the venue, planning to find a random corner to sit until it ended then meet up with Evan.

But as soon as she left the restroom, she received a call from Sylvia Carrington.

"Hello, Sylvia..." she hadn’t finished her sentence when she heard Noah crying for his mom, her heart clenched as she softly asked, "Baby, what’s wrong?"

Sylvia Carrington: "Renee, Noah’s got a slight fever. I just checked with a thermometer, it’s 38.3 degrees, he keeps crying. I’ll let Fenton know and ask you to hurry back."

Renee Winslow felt her heart tighten, quickly saying, "I’ll return immediately, please take him to the hospital first, if his fever reaches 38.5 give him antipyretics." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

After hanging up, Renee sent Evan Fenton a message.

[Mr. Fenton, my son is sick with a fever. I need to rush back immediately.]

Evan Fenton was jittery, suddenly he received Renee Winslow’s message.

He immediately replied: [Wait for me, I’ll take you.]

After responding, Evan Fenton leaned forward, saying to Jack Yates: "Mr. Yates, Renee’s son is ill, we have to leave, sorry for the inconvenience."

Jack Yates turned to look at him, attitude improving: "No need to waste Mr. Fenton’s time, I’m not busy and can take her."

Mr. Fenton: "...Thank you, Mr. Yates."

Renee Winslow stood by the door waiting for Evan but saw Jack Yates coming out from the venue instead.

The man, dressed in a tailored navy blue haute couture suit, had broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs, walking with confidence.

Despite being thirty-six, his physique was well-maintained, unchanged from when he was twenty-eight or twenty-nine, comparable to international models.

As the man approached, Renee noticed that he had dyed his hair today, the white hair seen in the car yesterday was gone.

Renee didn’t look longer, she glanced briefly and then looked away.

Jack Yates walked beside her, concernedly asking: "How’s the child, is it serious?"

Renee turned back, glancing at him indifferently: "Just a common cold, nothing serious."

Jack Yates: "I’ll take you."

Renee immediately refused: "No need, thank you for your kindness Mr. Yates, I’ve already called..."

Jack Yates chuckled, gazing at her intently: "Renee Winslow, what are you afraid of?"

Renee raised her head, bravely meeting his gaze: "What should I be afraid of? Between us, it’s already..."

Settled.

Before she could finish, Jack suddenly leaned down, looking at her with a faint smile, his voice deep and magnetic: "Is there really nothing between us?"

Renee stepped back, swallowed hard, and feigned calmness: "Nothing at all."

Jack’s smile was casual: "If that’s the case, what are you afraid of?"

Renee ignored him, glanced at her ride-hailing app showing five hundred meters away, nearly arriving.

Jack stood beside her hands in pockets, relaxedly saying: "Renee Winslow, I bet you still love me."

Renee: "..."

The words "you’re sick" swirled around her tongue but were ultimately repressed.

Jack Yates: "If you don’t love me, let me take you. Being unable to ride in my car means you haven’t let go."

The cab reached, Renee didn’t bother with Jack, walked directly down the steps, opened the back door, and got in, swiftly stating the last four digits of her phone number.

The whole process was seamless.

Jack Yates: "..."

Watching Renee drive away, Jack narrowed his eyes, pressing his tongue against his cheek heavily, laughed helplessly.

The tactic didn’t work; after five years, she truly grew up.

Renee hurriedly went to the hospital, took Noah from Sylvia’s arms, and felt his forehead, still hot.

"Don’t be afraid baby, mommy is here." Renee kissed the child’s soft cheek.

Little Noah buried his face into Renee’s embrace, snuggling affectionately.

Sylvia Carrington explained: "When I brought him home, he seemed sluggish, and I thought he missed you because you’re not there.

At mealtime, he only ate a few bites before saying he couldn’t eat, lying on the couch, shortly after, I heard him crying.

I asked what was wrong, only then he said he was uncomfortable."

Renee: "Children tend to catch colds during this season."

When Renee came out of the consultation room holding Noah, she saw Jack Yates standing outside.

Sylvia Carrington recognized him and quickly smiled approaching: "Hello, Mr. Yates, I am Sylvia Carrington from Nimbus Media, also Renee Winslow’s high school classmate."

Jack Yates smiled and nodded: "Hello."

Having greeted him, Sylvia stepped back with a smile.

Jack approached Renee, bending slightly, "Finished the check-up?"

Renee ignored him, walking past holding the child, heading straight forward.

Sylvia was momentarily stunned, quickly grabbed her tote bag and followed swiftly.

After exiting the outpatient building, Sylvia quietly asked: "What’s going on? Is the Third Young Master Yates pursuing you?"