My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 71: "Baby, Don’t Leave Me, Okay?

The Empyrean Hotel, second floor VIP luxury suite.

Jack Yates stood by the window, his expression cold and severe as he looked downstairs.

Simon Forrester hung up the phone and walked to the window. After seeing the situation below, he took a sharp breath in shock.

He quickly extinguished his cigarette, saying solemnly, "Third Master, you don’t need to worry about this, I’ll take care of it."

Downstairs, at the bar square.

Renee Winslow, in the midst of struggling, saw Aiden Grant, but she didn’t call out to him for help. Instead, she grabbed the man’s arm and bit down.

She didn’t want to ask Jack Yates for help, nor his friends — not because she was proud or aloof, but because she didn’t want to keep humiliating herself by begging for help.

She had once been forced to bow her head to Jack Yates, which led to her enduring a humiliating existence with him for over half a year.

The reason it’s called "enduring" is because their relationship had no fairness, entirely dominated by Jack Yates. During their time together, she constantly lived by watching his mood; that wasn’t a normal romantic relationship.

In those six months, she lived cautiously, on edge, always afraid of upsetting Jack Yates, treating him like a god at all times.

Enough! She had enough of it! She never wanted to live such a cautious life again.

Encountering today’s situation was just bad luck for her! Even if it meant death, it was her own fault!

Anyway, her whole life had been nothing but suffering and pain! She had nothing to hold onto, nothing to let go of!

At worst, she’d risk her life!

She bit down fiercely, not letting go even when she drew blood from the man’s arm.

Even if she were to die today, she would tear off a piece of flesh from this man with her own effort!

The man yelped in pain, grabbing Renee Winslow’s hair and yanking it back hard, forcing her to let go.

The man cursed angrily, "You bitch, I was being nice to you! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Aiden Grant cursed loudly, "Painted-arm bastard, are you looking for death?!"

Aiden Grant quickly ran up and kicked the man, "Let go of her, damn it!"

The man stumbled from the kick and let go.

Renee Winslow collapsed directly onto the ground, her hair in a mess, buttons popped off her dress, revealing the black bra underneath.

She didn’t say a word, her tears silently falling to the ground, one hand clutching her chest, her head lowered, unmoving like a shattered porcelain doll thrown to the ground.

The man steadied himself and looked at Aiden Grant, his eyes widening suddenly, "Master... Master Grant."

He glanced at Renee Winslow, curled up on the ground, then looked back at Aiden Grant, half sober from fear, "Master Grant, is she with you?"

At the same time, Simon Forrester ran down and punched the man in the face, cursing, "You’re tired of living!"

Simon Forrester answered for Aiden Grant, "Not Master Grant’s, but Third Master Yates’s, you’re as good as dead!"

Renee Winslow stood up, bowed to Aiden Grant and Simon Forrester, bending ninety degrees, her voice choked with sobs, "Thank you both."

She turned to leave, but Simon Forrester stopped her, "Jack Yates is upstairs."

Renee Winslow paused, her voice thick with nasal sound, "I have nothing to do with him anymore, but I really appreciate what you did today. There’s no need for you to step in for him again."

She clutched her chest tightly, her head lowered, walking forward, tears dropping with every step, leaving a trail of dampness behind her.

Jack Yates stood upstairs, grinding his molars, his face taut with muscle, fury blazing in his eyes.

His long fingers holding a cigarette until it burned out and scorched his fingers before he snuffed it out and turned to go downstairs.

Simon Forrester gave Aiden Grant a look, signaling him to stop Renee Winslow.

He grabbed the back of the man’s neck with one hand, ready to drag the bastard to the bar for Jack Yates to deal with. Turning around, he saw Jack Yates coming over with a stormy face, exuding a murderous aura.

"Third Master!" Simon Forrester exclaimed excitedly.

Renee Winslow’s body stiffened, stunned for a moment.

Aiden Grant hurriedly stood in front of her, a barely contained excitement in his voice, "Don’t go yet, Third Brother is already on his way."

Jack Yates, tall with long legs, took only a few steps to reach them. His sharp gaze swept over the tattooed man and a crooked smile tugged at his lips, his fierce and ruthless aura unmistakably seeping out.

The tattooed man felt his legs go weak, his instinct was to kneel.

Jack Yates removed his coat, walked up to Renee Winslow, and draped it over her.

Renee Winslow shivered, catching a glimpse of Jack Yates from the corner of her eye, did not feel relieved but instead more afraid, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

All along, she had been holding back her tears, but now she couldn’t help but let loose her fear, emitting a faint, weak sob.

She quickly bit her lip, biting so hard it broke, suppressing the urge to make a sound, only her whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

Aiden Grant and Simon Forrester both felt a pang of compassion as they watched Renee Winslow’s frightened demeanor.

Jack Yates picked Renee Winslow up in his arms, carried her horizontally, and turned her face to his chest, wrapping her torso securely with his suit jacket, and said to Simon Forrester, "Take her to the second-floor cigar lounge."

With that, Jack Yates carried Renee Winslow quickly inside The Empyrean Bar, going straight upstairs.

On the second floor, Jack Yates kicked open the door to the lounge amidst the surprised or eager gazes of onlookers, hooked the door shut with his foot again.

He placed Renee Winslow on the bed, brushed aside the hair in front of her face, and squatted down to look at her.

Renee Winslow’s eyes were red from crying, her pretty little nose also reddened, her lips were bitten bloody, with crimson beads of blood welling up, lending her a kind of battered beauty.

Jack Yates’ face was taut, and his Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly.

Inside, he felt as if a bloodthirsty beast was imprisoned, her fragile and pitiful appearance provoking the beastly nature within him, breaking free of chains to pounce out, wanting to devour her hungrily.

Jack Yates narrowed his eyes, pinched her chin with two fingers, mercilessly bit down on her lip, though he dared not apply force, restrained himself to suck gently before releasing.

Renee Winslow flinched in pain, wanting to raise her hand to push him away, but didn’t dare, gripping the edge of the bed tightly.

Jack Yates retreated, his eyes fiercely watching her, his two fingers still pinching her chin, his thumb pressed against her lip, rubbing back and forth, turning her lips crimson before releasing, asked in a deep voice, "Does it hurt?"

Renee Winslow said nothing, her lips trembled slightly, looking at him with tearful eyes.

Jack Yates took her hand, pressing it against his chest, squinting, gritting his teeth, "I hurt. Renee Winslow, I hurt right here!"

He lost all control in front of her, uncontrollably exuding menace and ire.

Renee Winslow closed her eyes, large tears rolling down.

"Jack Yates." Renee Winslow sobbed, "Please let me go."

Jack Yates’s eyes darkened, grabbed her neck, yet couldn’t bring himself to squeeze, reining in his anger, tensing his arm, veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Finally, he released her, softly caressing her back, pressing her against his chest, leaning in to kiss her ear, like an addict, burying his head in her neck and inhaling deeply.

"Don’t be afraid." He gently patted Renee Winslow’s back, "Renee, don’t be afraid, I’m here."

Renee Winslow remained silent, like a lifeless doll, letting him hold her, letting him caress her.

Jack Yates didn’t receive any response from her, his heart twisted painfully, hugging her tightly, "Renee, come back to me, won’t you?"

Renee Winslow sniffled, holding back her sobs, said, "Jack Yates, I’m really scared of you, being with you I’m constantly on edge, frightened. This isn’t how a normal relationship should be, I know, we’re not a normal couple. You only crave my body, which I’ve already given you, stayed with you for half a year, you probably feel no novelty anymore, please let me go."

Jack Yates felt both anger and heartache, his chest like a fireball crashing around, burning painfully.

He swallowed hard, held Renee Winslow tightly, turning his head to kiss her face, then the tears on her face, gently restrained, kissed her lips’ edge.

"Baby, I won’t be harsh anymore, never again, don’t leave me, please?"

Renee Winslow still didn’t speak, she truly didn’t want to go back to Jack Yates, didn’t want to live that suffocating life again.

Jack Yates let her go, noticing her torn dress, his eyes darkened, standing up, "Rest first, I’ll be back."

The door to the cigar lounge opened, Jack Yates stood against the light in the doorway.

The man kneeling on the ground took one look, immediately lowering his head in fear, body trembling like a sieve, repeatedly apologizing, "Third Master, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I didn’t know that was yours..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jack Yates stepped inside, kicking him in the forehead, knocking him to the ground, his foot on the man’s face, coldly asked, "Which hand touched her?"