The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 129: Trying to Run After You’ve Used Me?
Yelena Hughes glanced at the machine at the foot of the bed, "Not anymore."
Any more stimulation, and it might not end well.
After Jasper Yale typed the words ’Go ahead, send it’ on his phone, he tossed the phone behind him.
His gaze unabashedly fell on Yelena Hughes, like sharp hooks, like invisible big hands. The straps on her dress seemed to tighten more and more, her shoulder blades making her whole figure look alluring.
"Was it your idea for your colleague to call me over?"
"Yes," Yelena admitted frankly, "I told him to do it in front of Miss Alden and to make it as loud as possible."
She paused suddenly.
"Young Master Yale knew all along that I called you here intentionally, right?"
Jasper Yale glanced around, somewhat absent-mindedly, assessing the room’s layout. The Avalon Banquet was originally designed for the wealthy, and he was somewhat satisfied with it.
"Since I’m cooperating with you like this, shouldn’t there be some reward?"
Yelena Hughes straightened her arms and leaned on the bed, the ultimate seductive red casting a layer of blush on the white sheets.
"Young Master Yale, want a drink?"
"Sure."
She stood up, her silhouette stunning, her back almost entirely exposed, a patch of white almost dazzling Jasper Yale.
Yelena Hughes walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and opened it. She poured the ruby liquid slowly into a goblet.
The splashed wine stains clung to the glass. She turned around but did not walk towards Jasper Yale.
Resting against the edge of the table, she held the wine glass in one hand, supporting her elbow in the other.
The wine in the glass swayed back and forth with her wrist’s gentle movement, and Jasper Yale caught a strong whiff of the aroma in the air.
Yelena Hughes’s gaze did not dodge, even deliberately inviting, looking directly at Jasper Yale.
Her eyes were intensely purposeful.
She brought the glass to her lips and took a gentle sip.
"Young Master Yale, you know I’m doing this deliberately. Why did you still leave Nancy Alden and come here? Are you worried I might fall into President York’s hands?"
"I’m not worried. He’s not strong enough to handle you."
"..."
With the fragrance lingering on Yelena’s lips, she continued to probe deeper and closer, "Then it’s because Young Master believed me and wants to use this opportunity to test Miss Alden."
"Don’t be too clever. I came because I wanted to come, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
Yelena Hughes desperately wanted to prove something, but it was only when Jasper Yale forced her to take out her phone at the spa that she realized.
In front of this man, there’s no need for evidence.
If he’s not on her side, even if Nancy Alden admitted it herself, it would be useless.
Yelena Hughes took another sip of wine, her eyes growing heavier with meaning.
"Young Master Yale, may I ask you a question?"
"What question?"
She asked earnestly, "Is Nancy Alden without Young Master Yale’s protection scary?"
Jasper Yale’s eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly surprised by her question, and Yelena Hughes smiled faintly, "The Alden Family has long fallen from power, now relying on Young Master’s support to stand like a paper tiger, isn’t it?"
Her soft voice hit every point precisely, "If one day Young Master stops supporting her, could she still make anything happen?"
Yelena Hughes kicked off her shoes, barefoot, her toes white as jade.
She walked up to Jasper Yale, lifting her skirt and pulling the strap to her thighs.
In this captivating display, his expression remained cool, showing no sign of struggle, which left Yelena at a loss.
She lifted her leg, kneeled on the edge of the bed, and pressed down heavily on Jasper Yale’s leg.
Yelena Hughes wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, touching the wine glass to Jasper Yale’s lips.
"But I find it hard not to care about her."
Jasper Yale said, pushing away Yelena Hughes’s wine glass.
His words caused her the greatest embarrassment, but Yelena’s arms tightened further, "But Young Master won’t ignore me."
"What makes you so sure?"
Yelena Hughes used the wine glass to pry open Jasper Yale’s lips, watching the deep red liquid slip into the man’s mouth.
The phrase "beauty like a peach blossom" described Young Master Yale at this moment.
He had a wine stain at the corner of his lips, and as Yelena leaned over to kiss, a slight movement of lips sucked it clean.
Jasper Yale’s throat moved as he tightened his arms around Yelena’s waist, drawing her closer.
She pressed herself against his abdomen.
The tighter he held her, the less Yelena let him off easy. Her arms entwined around the man, until his increasingly heavy breathing pounded against Yelena’s chest.
Hot, burning, and stifling. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"Young Master Yale, lust for beauty is also an illness," Yelena laughed softly, lowering herself to brush against the man’s nose, "However, I can cure you."
Jasper Yale had never seen Yelena Hughes so provocative.
He kissed her mouth corner more passionately each time, murmuring, "How will you cure me, hmm?"
Yelena’s fingers pinched the man’s earlobe, teasing him until he was full of desire.
"Young Master Yale, I’ve figured it out; I can be the one holding the umbrella, but I need a protective umbrella. Can I look to you?"
"Have you thought it through?"
"I have. Instead of being pushed into a dead end, sobbing and lamenting, I’d rather hold an umbrella, frolic in the rain, and roam freely in the sunshine."
No wonder she’s in journalism; her words are so eloquent.
"Will Young Master agree?"
Jasper Yale pinched her waist, "You came to me yourself. Do I have any reason to refuse?"
"Alright, but I haven’t seen Young Master’s sincerity yet."
Jasper Yale patted the bed beneath him, "I’ll show you through actions."
Before coming over, Yelena Hughes had some drinks, emboldening herself to reach this point. But now, the alcohol was quickly wearing off, and with her thin skin, she struggled to maintain composure.
She drained half the glass, making her face flush.
Yelena Hughes hooked her fingers under Jasper Yale’s chin, lifting his face, "I don’t want to delay my sister’s matter."
"Alright, within three days," Jasper Yale’s fingers played with the strap on her right shoulder, spinning in circles, enjoying the sensation of the strap tightening against his fingers more and more. "All the videos, including those who shot them, will be handed to you."
"Don’t lie to me, Young Master."
Jasper Yale pulled the strap from her shoulder, biting it lightly.
Yelena Hughes pressed her lips against Jasper Yale’s earlobe, whispering so only the two of them could hear, "I want to send these to Miss Alden, so she can listen closely."
Stop forcing her; the more you push, the more counterproductive it becomes.
Some people are innately skilled at seducing men, but Yelena Hughes simply chooses not to use it.
She felt it was time, intending to get off Jasper Yale’s legs.
The man pressed his palm tightly against her leg, "After using me, do you think you can walk away completely?"
