My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 68: Renee Winslow, What Should I Do With You?
Jack Yates sat down in front of Renee Winslow, his deep and sharp phoenix eyes slightly squinting, gazing intently at her pale face, seeing his own desperation reflected in her startled eyes.
Jack Yates gathered his aggressive demeanor, curled up the corners of his mouth, and gently touched her face, smiling: "Renee Winslow, I don’t like being forceful. I gave you a choice that day."
Under his caress, Renee Winslow’s face turned even paler, her voice trembling: "I know, I did it willingly."
Jack Yates lowered his brows, smirking with one corner of his mouth: "But the way you defended Caleb Yates made me very angry."
"I didn’t defend him!" Renee Winslow, like a frightened cat, practically had her fur standing on end. "Jack Yates, you can’t falsely accuse me for no reason. It was him who called me, it’s not like I reached out to him..."
"Then why don’t you change your number?" Jack Yates suddenly pinched her face, forcing her rosy mouth slightly open, "Why don’t you change your number? Hmm? Why not change it?"
Renee Winslow’s entire body was shaking, so scared she couldn’t utter a word.
Jack Yates let go of her, rubbing his thumb covered in her saliva on her face, sneering: "You didn’t change your number, isn’t it because you’re waiting for him to contact you?"
Renee Winslow’s lips quivered lightly, but she still couldn’t speak, looking at Jack Yates with his sinister and fierce expression, as if looking at a stranger.
But in fact, he was always like this, he had always been this way, since their first meeting, wasn’t he like this?
Jack Yates supported himself on his thigh with one hand, resting the other on her shoulder, his long fingers gently stroking her slender, fair neck, his voice low and chillingly calm: "If you wanted to avoid this, you should have changed your number immediately after dating me, so he could never contact you again."
Renee Winslow took a deep breath, finally finding her voice: "With your Yates family’s influence in Northcity, even if I changed my number, do you think Caleb Yates couldn’t trace my new number?"
Jack Yates: "Whether he can trace it is his concern, but your failure to change the number disappoints me greatly. Renee Winslow, if you cared about my feelings, you would have changed your number immediately. Ultimately, you don’t care. Or perhaps, you want to linger between us uncle and nephew, watching us compete for you; are you placing a bet?"
Renee Winslow’s cheeks flushed with anger, her breathing rapid, her chest heaving violently.
She pointed shaking fingers at Jack Yates: "Go! Jack Yates, leave!"
Jack Yates stood up and left, but stopped at the room door, turned around and looked at her: "Renee Winslow, let’s end it here."
Renee Winslow was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant. She had long wished to separate from Jack Yates, and now finally it was coming to an end, initiated by Jack Yates himself; she should be happy.
But she didn’t feel happy, nor relieved; in fact, her chest felt blocked, suffocating and uncomfortable.
Jack Yates watched her silent demeanor, his heart feeling as though stabbed by needles.
He gritted his teeth, speaking coldly: "Even if we part ways, you still can’t be with Caleb Yates. If I ever find out you’re secretly involved with him, he’s my nephew, I can’t do anything to him, but you..."
Renee Winslow lowered her head, tears falling onto her legs.
She choked out a response: "Alright, I understand. Mr. Yates, rest assured, I have no intention of clinging to the Yates family."
Jack Yates walked out of the bedroom, deliberately slowing his pace in the living room, dragging his feet to the door; still, there was no movement from behind, unable to stall any longer nor shed his pride to turn back.
After exiting the hotel, Jack Yates didn’t leave immediately but stood at the square outside, smoking one cigarette after another, until he smoked three in succession, stopping only when his throat began to hurt.
Despite the time spent smoking three cigarettes, Renee Winslow never came out to chase after him.
If Renee Winslow had come out, as long as she was willing, he could have abandoned his smooth and prosperous path for her, only Renee Winslow never appeared.
Jack Yates gave a self-mocking smile, took out his phone, and called Shane Grant to pick him up.
Renee Winslow, having collected herself, also left the hotel. She couldn’t afford to stay at this hotel anymore; since breaking up with Jack Yates, she didn’t want to rely on his connections to stay at such an expensive place.
She moved to a hotel she’d previously booked, staying there for three days until her ailments weren’t severe anymore. Then, she took a bus back home.
There was no choice; regardless of its condition, it was the only place she could stay for now.
She lived amid chaos at home until New Year’s Eve.
After dinner, the family sat on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
Renee Winslow sat on a small stool next to the corner of the sofa, charging her phone and replying to messages.
After replying to all messages, she refreshed her social media feed, and while scrolling, she saw a post from Frederick Yates.
Frederick Yates was Jack Yates’s cousin; Renee Winslow had met Frederick Yates many times during her days with Jack Yates, had eaten with him, played cards together.
She saw that Frederick Yates posted a picture of several Yates brothers sitting together playing cards.
The picture included Jack Yates, seated next to a girl, the two sitting very closely, the girl gazing at Jack Yates with eyes full of affection.
Even though it was just a picture, Renee Winslow could see from the girl’s tender and watery eyes her love for Jack Yates.
Renee Winslow enlarged the picture, clearly seeing that half of the girl’s body leaned against Jack Yates.
The girl was beautiful, graceful, dressed expensively, clearly a daughter of a wealthy family.
Renee Winslow felt her heart crash down from high above, plunging to a snow-covered valley.
No wonder, no wonder Jack Yates brought up the breakup, it was that he grew tired and wanted to seek someone of equal social standing, a prestigious heiress.
Renee Winslow found it ironic and laughable, disgusted with herself as well as amused.
It was something destined from the start, what was she fantasizing about? What was she disappointed in?
Renee Winslow returned to her contact list, deleting Jack Yates along with anyone associated with him.
Something she should have done long ago, she shouldn’t have waited until now to do it.
Meanwhile, in Northcity,
Jack Yates played cards mechanically, not focused, played two rounds then stopped, sitting aside to watch TV, though he wasn’t really watching.
Once the clock struck twelve, he claimed to be tired, and immediately walked out of the room.
Rina Bell hurriedly followed, smiling and asking: "Third Brother, where are you going?"
Jack Yates replied coldly: "To sleep."
Rina Bell pouted, playfully whining: "Third Brother, can I stay at your place?"
Jack Yates: "No."
Rina Bell clung to Chloe Bell’s arm: "Aunt, look at Third Brother."
Chloe Bell smiled, patting her hand: "You’re grown-up now; staying at your Third Brother’s isn’t appropriate."
Rina Bell pouted and whimpered, but said no more.
Rina Bell was Jack Yates’s uncle’s adoptive daughter. Although she bore the Bell surname, she wasn’t related by blood to the Bell Family.
Knowing her background, Rina Bell liked Jack Yates with no emotional burden; she had secretly loved him since she was fourteen, ten years of an unrequited crush, still loving him even now.
Jack Yates left the main building, returned to his residence in The West Wing, and once inside, sent a message to Renee Winslow.
YE: [Happy New Year.]
The message sent, only to discover he was no longer Renee Winslow’s friend, she had deleted him.
With a clang—
His phone was smashed to the floor!
Followed by a bang, as a chair was kicked over.
Jack Yates was so angry that the muscles on his face trembled, throwing a fierce punch to the wall, instantly bruising his knuckles.
After hitting the wall, he recalled that time in the bar when he hit Ethan Lund, breaking the skin on his knuckles, and Renee Winslow held his hand, kissing and blowing on it, tearfully asking if it hurt.
Despite knowing there was a degree of pretense in her actions, not entirely genuine, he couldn’t help but fall deeply for her.
"Renee Winslow." Jack Yates supported himself against the wall with one hand, breathing heavily with his head lowered, "What am I supposed to do with you?"
