The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 103: Teach Her a Harsh Lesson

What?

Although Yelena Hughes was a bit stunned, she immediately understood the meaning of his words.

She hastily tried to push Jasper Yale’s hand away, but his grip was tight and strong, and her jawbone was nearly crushed.

"Feeling warm all over? Feeling empty inside?"

"No," Yelena Hughes said with effort, "I don’t feel anything at all."

"When I passed by downstairs, I heard a whistle. Was that a signal for you?" Jasper Yale’s fingers were slightly cool, and the tips scratched her cheek, making Yelena feel a tickle.

"What if you hadn’t managed to jump out of that window? What if we hadn’t been there at all? Yelena Hughes, why do you think you can take on Shawn Thorne? He’s on drugs and all he wants is to get you!"

Yelena grabbed the man’s wrist, hoping to reason with him, "Can we not use force?"

"But none of those ’what-ifs’ happened," Yelena’s bright smile seemed to radiate from her bones.

"You’re quite proud of it, aren’t you?"

"Not proud, just grateful. See, one door was closed on me, but fate truly opened another window..."

Before Yelena could finish her words, Jasper Yale pushed her onto the bed.

The man pulled away the blanket from her body. He was halfway onto the bed, one long leg bent, his knee pressed between Yelena’s legs.

"Yes, not only a window but close to having Shawn Thorne conquer your body."

The room’s light wasn’t bright, and with Jasper blocking her view, she could only see his eyes, cold as ice, as he leaned down, his expression sharp.

"Or do you think, failing is alright? That at worst, you’d just let Shawn Thorne have his way with you?"

"No!"

All his strength was on that hand, Yelena’s jaw was almost deformed.

"Young Master Yale, this is my own business."

Yes, it was just her own business.

Why was he worrying himself here?

"I really have to go back."

She said cautiously, not knowing how she had offended Jasper, but his expression was like that of the grim reaper, as if he had exploded with anger.

"Go back? If the drug’s effect isn’t resolved, don’t you know how serious it could get?"

But Yelena had no reaction at all. There was no heat, nor any dryness in her mouth.

"I really didn’t..."

Her lips were sealed by Jasper, and the hotel bed creaked sharply as it bore their weight.

Jasper’s strength was intense, and Yelena could feel the mattress shaking beneath her.

Staring at her face, it was as real and vivid as ever. Jasper couldn’t shake off the shock he felt earlier, seeing her swung around like a rag doll from the building.

Yelena’s face was pinned by his hands, their lips nearly touching. The proximity made even their breaths entwine ambiguously.

Yelena dared not move recklessly or look around, her eyes sneaking a glance to the side.

"If Shawn Thorne is troubling you, you can always tell me."

It was really too risky.

The helplessness in Yelena’s brows had been deeply settled, "What about Madeline Forest? With the help of Young Master Yale, Master Thorne would only make things worse for her. I remember you saying that I should stay safe and let her perish."

"Couldn’t you just tell me directly?"

"Telling directly might also result in indifference."

Yelena felt his breath brushing against her eyelids, trembling twice, "Relying on myself isn’t so bad. Although it’s a bit tough, I got the result I wanted."

At home, she handled everything on her own, so she was used to it.

Jasper looked at the face beneath him, beautiful and tender, eyes bright and captivating, attracting him deeply.

In the adjacent room.

Shawn Thorne hadn’t been taken away yet. The rope binding him was tight, and he couldn’t break free.

He moved around, causing the pillow over him to fall off.

Living for over twenty years and lost all dignity at once.

In front of his own father, in front of outsiders, he couldn’t even control his own body.

The sticky underwear clung to his body uncomfortably.

How much drug had he taken, for his body to still be this sensitive?

Shawn kicked the bed next to him, "Yelena Hughes!"

The sound traveled through the wall, into the adjacent room. Yelena shivered, Jasper looked up at the wall.

"Want to greet him?"

These two, neither was better than the other in terms of perversity, were they?

Yelena furrowed her brows deeply; definitely not. She would only avoid Shawn Thorne in the future and didn’t want to provoke him.

"Young Master Yale, please get up."

Jasper lowered his head, meeting her gaze, "I want you."

Such a blunt statement indicated it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thought.

Yelena panicked, having just escaped from Shawn Thorne, now facing Young Master Yale.

And she had zero chance of handling him.

Her forced smile betrayed her nerves, "I think I need to visit a hospital now. My arm hurts, really, it might be dislocated from hanging."

"Is that so?"

He playfully elongated the last word.

"Yes."

"Then get up, let me see."

Yelena was naturally happy to hear that, seeing Jasper not pressing on her anymore, she propped herself up.

She lifted her arm, "It really hurts, especially here."

She patted her shoulder.

Jasper’s eyes merely glanced at it lightly, "Let me see. I learned bone-setting from Aaron Payne; if it doesn’t work, we’ll have to go to the hospital."

Yelena was skeptical, not daring to let him see.

But Jasper was so serious, as if experienced, "Turn around."

"Why?"

"Do you question the doctor when you visit the hospital?"

Yelena turned around. Jasper didn’t let her sit but made her kneel on the bed.

She was about to doubt when she heard him ask, "Do both arms hurt?"

"Yes, maybe the jump was too harsh, strained them."

Yelena heard a click in her ear, followed by the sound of a zipper slowly opening.

She was about to look back but was stopped when Jasper grabbed her arm, "Does this hurt?"

"Yes."

Jasper moved up a bit, "And now?"

The pain wasn’t as intense, but she still said, "Very painful."

Jasper suddenly touched her nape, her face pressed into the pillow, Yelena just realized...

Jasper tightened his grip on both her arms; her body wavered uncontrollably.

Her head hit the headboard, and Yelena couldn’t hold back and screamed.

Jasper immediately grasped her shoulders, forcefully. He pressed her upper body downward, "Isn’t it fine? Where’s the injury?"