My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 74: "Whether We’re Right for Each Other—That’s Up to Me!
Renee Winslow listened to the shamelessly explicit words Jack Yates said, and in anger, she opened her mouth and bit his hand.
Jack Yates could have dodged, but he didn’t. He let Renee Winslow bite him.
His finger was bitten until the skin broke, yet Jack Yates not only wasn’t angry but actually laughed, smirking with one corner of his mouth lifted, his expression roguishly sinister: "Too light, use more force."
The taste of blood filled Renee Winslow’s mouth, making her sick enough to want to vomit. She pushed his hand away and turned her face aside, ignoring him.
Jack Yates grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcibly turned her face to make her face him.
Renee Winslow simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at him.
Jack Yates’s voice was as cold as frost: "Open your eyes."
Renee Winslow’s eyelashes quivered, yet she still didn’t open her eyes.
Seeing her resist like this, Jack Yates suddenly felt a fire ignite in his heart, a blazing fire that fuelled his strong desire to conquer, burning away his rationality, making him want to tame her by any means necessary.
He clenched his teeth, and a cold voice squeezed out through them: "Whether it’s appropriate or not, I decide."
"You decide?" Renee Winslow retorted, "Who do you think you are?"
The result of her defiance was that Renee Winslow was forcibly taken back to Thatcher Manor by Jack Yates. She didn’t sleep the whole night, once again experiencing Jack Yates’s brutality.
Especially his astonishing stamina and vigorous strength; he was simply not a man, but a demon!
She slept until the afternoon, waking up with her voice hoarse, her throat dry and painful as if she’d caught a heavy cold. Not long after she woke up, Jack Yates returned from outside.
That night, Jack Yates continued, and though not as harsh as the previous night, it still went on until past three in the morning.
After being apart for more than a month, suddenly engaging again, with Jack Yates being less than gentle, Renee Winslow couldn’t bear it.
Sure enough, on the afternoon of the weekend, Renee Winslow got sick and started to have a fever again.
Jack Yates took her to the hospital and watched her pale and frail appearance with a heartache as if pricked by needles.
He held her other non-injection-bearing hand, kissing it with affection, pecking her palm with his thin lips.
Renee Winslow didn’t resist anymore; she was too exhausted to resist.
With her eyes closed, she let Jack Yates hold her hand and kiss it.
After the injection, Jack Yates drove Renee Winslow back to Cloudstream Lake Apartments.
During this first week of school, Renee Winslow had stayed in the dormitory and hadn’t returned to the apartment.
Jack Yates carried her to bed, patted her body and said, "Sleep."
Renee Winslow didn’t say anything about letting Jack Yates spare her anymore because saying it was pointless, merely a waste of breath and energy.
The next morning, Renee Winslow woke up still feeling uncomfortable, but she forced herself to go to class.
Jack Yates suggested she take a day off, but Renee Winslow said: "No problem, I’m already better."
After finishing her classes, Renee Winslow didn’t return to Cloudstream Apartments that night, planning to continue staying in the dormitory.
Jack Yates called her, his cold voice carrying anger: "I’m outside your school gate, come out."
Hearing his voice, Renee Winslow shivered involuntarily but still mustered the courage to say: "I have classes tomorrow morning, so I’m not going back to the apartment tonight."
Jack Yates’s facial muscles twitched, and he let out a mischievous laugh: "Renee, why haven’t you learned to behave?"
Renee Winslow didn’t speak, just tightly clutched her phone, her knuckles turning white.
Jack Yates retracted his smile, his voice cold: "Either come out yourself, or I’ll go to the girls’ dormitory and carry you out."
Renee Winslow was angry and scared, a fiery rage rolling inside her chest, burning her to the point she wanted to scream, to cry, to curse Jack Yates.
But in the end, she held herself back, even restrained her tears from falling, suppressing all her anger and unwillingness.
"Okay." She replied softly, "Sorry to trouble you, Third Brother, please wait a little longer, I’ll be right there."
Returning to the apartment, as soon as she entered the door, Jack Yates pinned her against it and kissed her.
Renee Winslow was now very resistant to his touch, turning her head to avoid him.
Jack Yates pinched her face, not letting her dodge, forcefully kissing her until she was breathless before letting go.
After freshening up, lying on the bed, Jack Yates hugged her from behind.
Renee Winslow’s body was rigid, unable to provide any response.
Jack Yates got off the bed with a cold face, turned and left.
Renee Winslow sighed in relief, thinking Jack Yates had lost interest and decided to spare her.
Moments later, Jack Yates returned with a glass of water, and without asking if she was thirsty, he directly picked her up to feed her water.
Renee Winslow took two sips, feeling the taste was odd, and didn’t want to drink more, pushing his hand: "I’m not thirsty, I don’t want it."
Jack Yates held her chin, forcibly feeding her, spilling half of it in the process.
Forced to drink half a glass of water, her clothes became wet.
After drinking the water, she turned her body, lying on her side with her back to Jack Yates.
Jack Yates lay down too, but didn’t hold her again.
Renee Winslow felt strange in her heart, wondering if this old man was having a fit for no reason, forcing her to drink water but ignoring her after she was done.
She thought he was going to do something big, yet he didn’t even touch her.
As she puzzled and wondered why, she began to feel inexplicably hot.
Feeling restless from the heat, she tugged at her pajama collar and asked, "Is the air conditioning off?"
Jack Yates replied, "It’s on."
Renee Winslow asked again, "Are you hot?"
Jack Yates didn’t speak and still didn’t embrace her.
After a while, Renee Winslow began to feel uncomfortable, not only hot but also having a physiological reaction.
Turning to face Jack Yates, with a sultry look in her eyes, she softly said, "Third Brother, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Jack Yates’s gaze was deep and dark, and his Adam’s apple moved, replying in a low voice, "Hmm."
Renee Winslow grabbed his arm, softly calling him, "Third Brother."
Jack Yates looked at her rosy lips and pinched her chin with two fingers: "Beg me."
Under the effect of the drug, Renee Winslow’s mind was already unclear and hadn’t realized it was the water.
It was only afterward that Renee Winslow realized that the water Jack Yates fed her was problematic, that he had drugged her.
Renee Winslow was so angry she wanted to stab him, but she merely thought about it; she didn’t dare to actually do it to Jack Yates.
Not to mention that murder is illegal, even if it wasn’t, with her strength, she probably couldn’t even touch the hem of Jack Yates’s clothing before he overpowered her with his backhand.
She suppressed her anger and asked him, "Did you put something in the water?"
Jack Yates: "Yes."
Renee Winslow laughed angrily: "Jack Yates, you’re really despicable!"
Jack Yates also laughed, his laughter cold and vicious: "Renee Winslow, you may not love me, but your body." He raised his hand to caress her face, his long fingers lightly tapping her red lips, "Your body must belong to me, as long as I want it, even if you’re unwilling, you must give it."
Renee Winslow closed her eyes and ultimately chose to endure.
Two years, just two more years and she could leave Northcity.
Over the next month or so, Jack Yates returned to Cloudstream Lake Apartments every night, no matter how late.
Renee Winslow no longer resisted; she had already witnessed Jack Yates’s ruthless methods. Knowing she couldn’t win, persisting in defying him was not bravery, but foolishness.
Although she didn’t resist, she never agreed to reconcile with Jack Yates from beginning to end.
The two lived together in an ambivalent manner, and Jack Yates no longer asked her if she loved him as he used to, merely taking what he wanted, completely ignoring her willingness.
Just as Jack Yates said, unless he didn’t want her anymore, as long as he wanted, she could only comply, having no right to refuse.
On the morning before the Qingming Festival, Jack Yates left Cloudstream Lake early; he didn’t tell Renee Winslow where he was going.
Renee Winslow didn’t ask either, not caring where he went; she wished he’d leave.
That evening, Jack Yates didn’t return, nor did he call Renee Winslow.
Renee Winslow enjoyed the freedom, ordering some takeaway for herself, and after dinner, she read for a while in the study, then washed up and lay in bed watching videos.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. She quickly turned off her phone, threw on a jacket, and walked to the door.
Looking through the electronic peephole, she saw a middle-aged woman standing outside.
With caution, Renee Winslow asked, "Who are you looking for?"
The middle-aged woman outside smiled and said, "Are you Miss Winslow?"
Renee Winslow didn’t immediately respond, continuing to ask, "Who are you?"
The middle-aged woman replied with a smile, "Don’t be afraid, Miss Winslow, the madam sent me over. The madam would like to catch up with you."
