The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 124: Let Her Keep That Old Man Company
He picked up the food very slowly, and she ate very slowly, until Yelena Hughes swallowed a mouthful, and Jasper Yale was satisfied.
"I see you’re not exactly starving."
The most ironic thing in the world is the phrase "empathy," Jasper Yale thought that she should eat at this time, should have a good sleep, he couldn’t understand Yelena Hughes’s agony.
"I’m full." She turned her face away, and Jasper Yale didn’t insist, putting down his chopsticks.
Yelena Hughes stood up and began to clean up the table.
"You don’t have to worry about it, the maid will come over later."
But Yelena Hughes seemed not to hear it. Jasper Yale noticed her skillful movements, obviously used to doing this.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Yelena Hughes felt the warmth emanating from the man’s chest and only felt more uneasy.
The phone in her pocket vibrated. She hurriedly took it out to see that it was Anne Hughes.
Without thinking, Yelena Hughes answered the call, and even Jasper Yale could hear the tension in her voice.
"Anne, what’s wrong?"
"Sis, aren’t you coming back yet?"
"Did someone come looking for you again?"
"No."
Lindsay Walsh was also home, so Anne Hughes didn’t dare speak loudly, "I just want you by my side."
"Okay, I’ll be right back."
Yelena Hughes’s tone became particularly gentle only when she faced her family, with no defenses up at all.
After hanging up, she still sought Jasper Yale’s permission, "My sister’s been feeling emotional lately, I need to spend more time with her."
"Alright," Jasper Yale understood. "Wait a minute."
Yelena Hughes saw him walk briskly into the bedroom, and when he came out, he was holding a palm-sized jewelry box.
Jasper Yale handed the item to Yelena Hughes, she only glanced at it without taking it.
"What’s this?"
"You mentioned your sister’s not feeling well emotionally, it’s for her."
Jasper Yale pulled Yelena Hughes’s hand and placed the jewelry box in her palm.
Yelena Hughes only felt that the small square box was heavy, as if it could break her hand.
She opened it for a look. Inside was a bracelet, inlaid with diamonds, which looked very valuable.
"I can’t take it, and she wouldn’t want it either."
"Don’t girls all like things like this?" Jasper Yale didn’t notice Yelena Hughes’s sudden change in expression. "Maybe it will make her happy."
Yelena Hughes’s stiff lips slightly tugged upward. This was his kindness, just like the bites of food just now, something that couldn’t be refused.
Her fingers closed around it. "Thank you, Young Master Yale, I’ll be leaving now."
When Yelena Hughes got in the car, only the driver was there. "Miss Hughes, I’ll take you back."
"Okay, thank you."
She looked out the window, her reflection showing a face without color. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror. This woman was undoubtedly beautiful, but there was a heavy sense of loneliness about her.
Yelena Hughes suddenly turned her head, and the driver quickly averted his eyes.
She leaned over and placed the jewelry box on the passenger seat, "Please return this to Young Master Yale."
"Did Young Master give this to you? Why not keep it?"
"Too valuable, not worthy."
Jasper Yale didn’t have that intention, but Yelena Hughes had no choice but to think deeper.
In the end, Jasper Yale just didn’t believe Anne Hughes didn’t steal from that man, he thought Anne was fond of these valuable items, so he acted generously by directly buying her a bracelet.
Such underhanded dealings couldn’t win over Young Master Yale.
Yelena Hughes’s hands gradually intertwined, her fingers digging into the back of her hand in frustration.
The next day.
After Lindsay Walsh went out, someone knocked on the Hughes family’s door.
Yelena Hughes quickly washed her face and went to open the door, seeing a man looking like a courier standing outside.
"Are you Yelena Hughes?"
"Yes."
"This is your delivery."
Yelena Hughes hadn’t ordered anything lately but still accepted it. "Thank you."
Back in the house, she anxiously opened the box. Inside was layered red material, which, upon lifting, she saw was a dress.
She had already guessed what was going to happen.
Yelena Hughes carefully inspected it, the box was blank, not even an address.
A photo fell out of the dress, and Yelena picked it up to look. It was a man in his fifties or sixties, oily-looking, his face full of pockmarks.
She turned it over for a look, and the back of the photo detailed this man’s introduction.
Yelena Hughes’s breathing tightened as she returned to the room to get her phone.
Indeed, someone had already sent a friend request.
Yelena Hughes pressed the accept button.
The person on the other side wasted no time and sent a video directly.
The footage showed a gloved hand holding a mouse, the camera aimed at a computer screen, there was Anne Hughes’s video.
With just a click of the mouse, Yelena Hughes’s worst nightmare would unfold.
She quickly typed back, "I received the item. What do you want me to do?"
"Tonight, go to The Avalon Banquet to find the man in the photo. Spend the night with him, and I’ll let your sister go."
Yelena Hughes’s face looked eerily calm, "Even if I agree, can you guarantee you’ll let my sister go? How do I know you’ve destroyed the originals?"
The person said straightforwardly, "You just enjoy yourself with President York, that’s my real goal. Once this is achieved, I won’t waste time on your sister."
This person clearly already knew that Yelena Hughes discovered the video.
But how did he know? The only person Yelena Hughes had approached was Jasper Yale.
"Don’t even think about finding someone to help you, no matter how powerful they are, if I want to ruin your sister, it’s just a matter of moving a finger."
Yelena Hughes tidied up the box on the table.
Making her accompany this man, how ridiculous, Nancy Alden wouldn’t stop until she completely dragged Yelena Hughes into hell.
This President York probably already had traps set up for her, cameras possibly positioned in every corner of the room.
She was just waiting for Yelena Hughes to walk into the trap.
...
In the evening, Jasper Yale was sitting in a private wellness center.
Incense burned in the hallway, wisps of white smoke winding out of the incense burner.
It added a touch of grace to the man, as he sat there flipping through a magazine, the sound of high heels falling to the floor approached.
Click, click—
Yelena Hughes saw Jasper Yale immediately, and it was too late to turn and run.
She held a tray, walking calmly ahead.
Her beautiful legs were not covered with stockings, the alabaster skin briefly flashed in Jasper Yale’s eyes.
When he looked up, he saw the woman walking away. Yelena Hughes pushed open a door and slipped inside.
Jasper Yale thought of those legs, truly alluring and captivating.
Inside, Nancy Alden lay on the bed. Jasper had arranged for the best acupuncturist for her, and she came over once a week.
Yelena Hughes lightly locked the door and walked over to push Nancy Alden’s wheelchair aside.
She lay there contentedly without moving, "When are we starting?"
Today was truly a good day. In the evening, there was a grand drama awaiting Yelena Hughes.
Hot towels covered Nancy Alden’s legs, and Yelena Hughes replaced them with a new one, dipping it in scalding water and barely wringing it out before placing it on her thigh.
"Ah—"
