My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 208: Heartbeat Suddenly Accelerates

Renee Winslow immediately denied: "No, don’t overthink it."

Sylvia Carrington glanced behind, seeing Jack Yates following them, she whispered quickly: "Do you think I’m blind? The third young master has already chased you to the hospital, isn’t that pursuing?"

Renee was holding a child weighing more than thirty pounds, struggling a bit, she adjusted her grip.

A four-year-old boy, weighing over thirty pounds, was quite heavy for her.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached over from behind: "Let me hold him."

Renee moved aside: "No need, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yates."

Jack Yates gently pressed on her shoulder: "Don’t walk any further, the child is sick, if you carry him too long, if you don’t feel tired, he will. Wait here for me, I’ll bring the car around."

Renee still wanted to keep walking, but Sylvia Carrington also pressed on her shoulder: "Alright, stop being stubborn, take the child home first."

In no time, a black Mercedes pulled up in front.

Jack Yates got out of the car, hurriedly opened the backseat door, holding the door with one hand and blocking the door frame with the other, looking softly at Renee Winslow.

Renee sat inside with the child, Sylvia entered from the other side.

The car drove out of the hospital gates, Jack Yates turned to look at Renee Winslow: "Where do you live?"

After speaking, he quickly explained: "I didn’t check up on you." And emphasized again, "I won’t in the future either, unless you tell me voluntarily."

He indeed didn’t check, but someone else did, and inadvertently mentioned it, which he overheard, it couldn’t be blamed on him.

Like Renee Winslow’s residence, Kyle Sheffield and Declan Donovan were chatting, he just inadvertently heard it.

Renee acknowledged softly, looking down at the child in her arms, she asked gently: "Baby, are you still feeling unwell, feeling any better?"

Noah responded softly: "Mom, I’m feeling a bit better."

Renee kissed his forehead, her eyes tender enough to overflow, her voice softer than her gaze: "Baby is so brave, once we get home, take the medicine, and the virus will be gone by tomorrow."

Jack Yates glanced at Renee Winslow through the rearview mirror, seeing her exhibit the tender look of a mother, his heart melted completely.

If their child hadn’t been lost back then, he would also be four years old now.

Thinking of that child, Jack Yates’s originally tender heart suddenly surged with sharp, bitter pain.

"How old is the child?" he asked, suppressing the bitter pain at his heart, in a calm tone.

Renee didn’t look at him, her gaze always on the child, she replied softly: "Four years old."

Jack asked again: "Which month?"

Renee suddenly looked up, her tone a bit harsh: "It’s none of your business."

She didn’t explicitly say, "It’s not yours," since Sylvia Carrington was still in the car.

But even if she didn’t explicitly say it, just saying "It’s none of your business" already explained everything.

Jack Yates tugged at the corner of his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, the pain in his heart increased.

Five years ago, to leave him, she didn’t hesitate to gamble with their child’s life.

This child, naturally, had nothing to do with him.

Afterward, Jack Yates didn’t speak again, driving silently.

Outside the residential area, seeing Jack Yates preparing to drive inside, Renee Winslow hurriedly stopped him: "That’s fine, stop here, it’s hard to find parking inside."

Jack Yates: "Okay."

The car stopped steadily, Renee got out of the car.

Jack Yates walked to her side: "Let me carry him."

Renee refused again: "No need, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yates."

Jack Yates already stretched out his hand, then awkwardly put it down, attempting a smile: "No need to thank me, I didn’t help you much."

Sylvia Carrington looked between Renee Winslow and Jack Yates, smiling, she asked: "Mr. Yates, would you like to come in for a bit?"

Jack Yates: "I have something else to do, I won’t disturb."

-

At six in the afternoon, the time when school and work let out.

People came and went outside the residential area, some young couples held their children, laughing and chatting as they walked into the community, some young couples walked arm in arm, flirting and bantering.

Jack Yates sat in the car, a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the bustling world through the hazy smoke, imagining Renee Winslow suddenly coming out of the community.

Just like back in the day, when he would pick her up from school.

She would walk out of the school gate, smilingly run into his arms, tugging at his shirt playfully: "Didn’t I tell you to park farther away?"

However, Jack Yates waited and waited, until the sun set, until it was completely dark, the streetlights lit up, but Renee Winslow never came out.

Jack Yates chuckled to himself, all his pride was bent for Renee Winslow.

The phone rang, pulling back his gaze, looking at the caller ID, he took the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers, and answered the call.

"Chief Carrington, sorry, I had something come up and left for a bit. You all start eating, don’t wait for me, alright, I’ll be there soon."

Hanging up, Jack Yates opened the contacts list to the newly saved number, his finger accidentally tapping to dial.

His heart rate suddenly accelerated, and he quickly hung up.

-

Noah’s illness came quickly and went just as fast; with three days of medication, he got better.

Renee Winslow took three days off to care for him at home, including Saturday and Sunday, a total of five days.

On the sixth day, it happened to be a Monday, Noah’s illness had healed, confirming he could attend school, Renee Winslow sent him back to kindergarten.

And just like that, another week began.

After seeing Jack Yates at the exhibition center and hospital, Renee Winslow hadn’t seen him for the next five days.

But when she returned to work, she received flowers again, a bouquet of pink roses, totaling ninety-nine.

This time Renee arrived early and received them personally, stopping the delivery guy: "Can you tell me what the person who sent the flowers looks like?"

The delivery guy said: "He placed the order online, I don’t know who it was."

Renee asked: "Do you have his phone number?"

The delivery guy: "Sorry, we can’t disclose customer contact information."

Renee smiled: "Alright, thank you."

For the next five days, Renee received flowers every day, with each delivery being different.

The mysterious person sending flowers never revealed their identity.

Renee had a vague guess as to who it might be, but she wasn’t certain.

On Friday, Renee went out with the film crew for an outdoor shoot, and on the way back, they got caught in traffic.

Seeing that it was twenty minutes until the end of school, they were still stuck on the bypass.

With no other option, Renee called Professor Young, asking him to help pick up her child.

Returning home at 6:30, Renee hurried to Professor Young’s house without even returning home.

When the door opened, Renee was stunned seeing the people sitting inside.

Jack Yates sat on the short sofa facing the door, Declan Donovan on the long sofa, with Keenan Tierney next to him, Aiden Grant was playing with Noah on the side.

Professor Young saw Renee in a daze, smiled and pulled her inside, introducing proactively: "They are all Keenan’s friends." He then smiled and introduced to Jack Yates, "This is Shana, Noah’s mom."

Jack Yates said nothing, he gave Renee Winslow a once-over and nodded politely.

Renee acted as if she didn’t see him, diverting her gaze.

Noah ran to Renee Winslow and grabbed her hand, pointing at Aiden Grant: "Mom, they said I look like this uncle."

Renee looked at Aiden Grant and calmly replied: "Because your dad looks like this uncle."

Noah tilted his small head up and asked: "Mom, do you have a picture of Dad?"