My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 76: Are You Pregnant?

Faced with Jack Yates’s doubt, Renee Winslow found it amusing.

Originally, Chloe Bell had "invited" her to The Yates Family just to show her who’s boss. She hadn’t planned to tell Jack Yates about it; some things were better left unspoken when everyone already knew the score.

But he, of course, came right at her, coldly interrogating as if she’d cheated and betrayed him.

"Don’t you know where I’ve been, Mr. Yates?"

After asking, Renee Winslow walked past him, carrying a clear plastic bag.

Jack Yates stood up and grabbed her hand, glanced at the pregnancy test kit in the bag, and asked in a low voice, "Are you pregnant?"

Renee Winslow replied flatly, "I don’t know. That’s why I’m testing."

Jack Yates’s gaze darkened. "Sorry."

Renee Winslow shook off his hand and headed for the bathroom.

The test showed only one line. Not pregnant. Renee Winslow breathed a sigh of relief.

But she couldn’t relax completely. She knew Jack Yates’s rotten personality too well—when he wasn’t angry, he was somewhat human, always used protection, and could be surprisingly gentle. But once mad, he went crazy, venting everything on her without restraint, not even bothering to use a condom.

Watching Renee Winslow walk into the bathroom, Jack Yates took his phone and went out onto the balcony, dialing Roman Rhodes, president of Cloudstream Lake Estates.

Roman Rhodes was lying on a massage bed in the club, enjoying a young girl’s service, sighing with pleasure, when his phone suddenly rang. He cursed under his breath but still picked up his phone.

When he saw the caller ID, Roman Rhodes was so startled he sat bolt upright. He waved the two girls away.

Roman Rhodes answered, fawningly laughed, "Mr. Yates, hello! What can I do for you?"

Jack Yates was well aware of the old saying "It’s easy to see the King of Hell, but hard to deal with his minions," so before deciding to buy an apartment at Cloudstream Lake, he’d already had his secretary schedule a meeting with Roman Rhodes.

Usually for trivial stuff like checking surveillance footage, his assistant or secretary could handle it. He had no reason to call Roman Rhodes himself.

But since this concerned Renee Winslow, he wouldn’t leave it to outsiders.

Jack Yates said directly, "Check for me who came to the apartment last night."

Roman Rhodes responded respectfully, "Of course, Mr. Yates. Please wait, I’ll have someone review the surveillance right away."

Jack Yates had just hung up when Chloe Bell called.

As soon as he answered, Chloe Bell’s voice was gentle and warm: "Are you home yet?"

Jack Yates: "I’m back."

"You," Chloe Bell sighed, half helpless, half doting. "Mom just knew you couldn’t even wait one night. Honestly, you were never this anxious before. Now you’re almost thirty and get all worked up like some wet-behind-the-ears kid."

Jack Yates frowned slightly, his tone vaguely impatient: "Just say it."

Chloe Bell chuckled, "It’s nearly Qingming, and you went to Maridia again. I was worried about Renee being home alone. After all, she’s still just a teenage girl. Last night I had Langdon bring her to our place. Rina and the others were here too, so the young people could keep each other company."

Jack Yates’s face was tense, jaw clenched hard, and he said coldly, "Mom, don’t let this happen again. You know your son’s temper."

After her test, Renee Winslow took a shower. Wrapped in a bath towel, she stepped out of the bathroom and, opening the door, saw Jack Yates waiting outside.

Jack Yates looked at her radiant, fresh-from-the-shower beauty. His Adam’s apple bobbed, voice husky: "Are you pregnant?"

Renee Winslow: "No."

Jack Yates looked at her, his eyes darkening. Then he said, "It won’t happen next time."

Renee Winslow thought he meant he wouldn’t come inside next time. She didn’t buy it—didn’t believe a word of it. She gave a cold, mocking smile: "Hopefully."

Jack Yates pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her soft, fair face, rubbing her nose with his bristly chin.

"I won’t let anyone take you away again. And I won’t come inside you again either."

Her nose was reddened by his chin stubble. Renee Winslow pushed his face away: "Tonight, okay? I’m really tired now. I didn’t sleep at all last night. Let me get some sleep, please?"

Jack Yates’s eyes deepened: "You didn’t sleep?"