My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 200: Never Setting Foot in Northcity Again

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Never Setting Foot in Northcity Again

Renee turned her head away, refusing to look at him or the flickering flame in his hand.

"Jack Yates, let’s take a break for a while, if..."

If fate allows us to meet again...

But before she could finish her sentence, Jack suddenly grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and pressed her back onto his lap.

"Why?" he demanded, gripping her waist firmly with one hand while pinching her chin with the other, his eyes filled with overwhelming anger, "Renee, why do you insist on leaving me, why?"

Renee replied, "It’s not that I insist on leaving you, I just don’t want to continue living this suffocating life. I worked hard for over a decade to get into college for freedom, for the life I want, for happiness, not to become a plaything without rights."

Jack laughed, his eyes reddening with the effort, "A plaything? Do you think I’ve just treated you as a plaything, is that what you think of me?"

Renee said, "It’s not what I think of you, it’s what you’re doing."

Jack’s fiery gaze bore into her, but in the end, he said nothing, just smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

"Renee, be good, hold on for just six more months. Once I’m done with this busy period, I’ll take you on a trip during the summer vacation. Then you can go wherever you want, okay?"

Renee felt as if all the strength had drained from her, and she answered in a lifeless tone, "Okay."

After that, Renee spent every day writing her graduation thesis at home, sending it online to her advisor once completed.

The defense required her to go to the university, and that day Jack personally drove her to campus and waited for her outside the classroom.

The graduation period drew closer day by day, and the circle of friends was filled with a thick atmosphere of farewell and nostalgia for youth.

There were class reunions, dorm reunions, gatherings of friends, hometown gatherings, all sorts of get-togethers.

Summer nights filled with hot pot, street-side barbecue with beer, the lamb hotpot at The Eastfourth District.

Renee didn’t taste any of the foods wrapped in youthful nostalgia.

She didn’t attend a single gathering.

Jack said there were too many people at gatherings and that he was afraid she’d encounter danger, so he didn’t let her go.

The three-person chat group of the dorm was silent, with no messages at all.

Ivy and Joyce didn’t chat privately with her anymore, as if they had forgotten about her.

Renee knew that Ivy and Joyce had already excluded her.

She couldn’t fit into Jack’s circle, his world of indulgence and profligacy, which she had never stepped into.

The so-called wealthy sons of The Quadrangle despised her completely.

And her original ordinary circle had excluded her because of her relationship with Jack.

Her once closest friend, Sanga, hadn’t contacted her for ages either.

She had no path forward, nor one to retreat on.

She was a solitary figure adrift on the boundless sea.

Perhaps this was the effect Jack desired, to render her completely isolated, utterly dependent, forced to attach herself to him like a parasite.

But she wouldn’t, she just wouldn’t!

Tomorrow was graduation day, her last chance.

No matter what, she had to escape tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Renee got up and meticulously dressed herself.

Jack looked at her delicate, picturesque beauty, felt a pang of desire, his Adam’s apple moved as he raised his hand to gently caress her face, tracing her beautiful brows and eyes with his forefinger, and said with a hint of a smile, "You’re so beautifully dressed, I don’t even want to send you to school, don’t want others to see you."

Renee’s heart skipped a beat, but she feigned calmness and said, "It’s the graduation ceremony today, if I can’t attend, I’d regret it for life."

Jack’s lips curled slightly, "Just teasing you, of course you should attend the graduation ceremony."

Renee hugged him proactively and kissed the corner of his lips, "Thank you, brother Jack."

The graduation ceremony was held in the school’s auditorium, with graduates collectively wearing their academic gowns, listening to various speeches.

The school leadership originally selected Renee as the student representative to give a speech, but Renee declined.

Renee was fully aware that although her relationship with Jack wasn’t public, it had become an open secret at the university.

So no matter how hard she worked or how good her grades were, she wouldn’t be acknowledged.

If she gave a speech, everyone would just think it was through Jack’s connections that she was chosen as the representative, filled with hatred rather than an ounce of admiration.

She didn’t want to face everyone’s hateful gaze just for the sake of standing out, it wasn’t necessary.

She attended the graduation ceremony simply to conclude these four years properly, leaving no regrets for herself.

Even though she had already accumulated countless regrets over these four years.

Still, she tried her best to reduce any regrets, as much as she could.

Stepping out of the auditorium, Renee Winslow looked up at the blazing sun in the sky.

The sun was so bright!

Energetic university students gathered in small groups to take pictures together.

Renee Winslow stepped down the stairs one by one, with no one looking for her, no one to take pictures with her.

Ivy Jansen and Joyce Pierce hadn’t looked for her during the ceremony, sitting far from her, chatting and laughing with girls from the neighboring dormitory.

At that moment, the word "isolation" became tangible.

Jack Yates stood on the last step, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone, talking.

He seemed especially busy this year, either receiving calls or making calls, often not even eating in peace, regularly standing up midway through meals to take calls.

Renee Winslow walked toward Jack Yates step by step, and just as she was about to reach him, she saw a man in a graduation cap suddenly pull out a knife and stab at Jack Yates’s lower back.

In that instant, Renee Winslow didn’t think twice and lunged forward to embrace Jack Yates.

Renee Winslow awoke in the hospital, with the room filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Outside the door came Heather Forrester’s voice.

"The child couldn’t be saved."

"At least it didn’t harm the uterus. You’re both young, recover your health and you can try again."

Renee Winslow felt as if struck by lightning and was stunned for a moment before shakily reaching to touch her abdomen.

At that moment, she felt a stabbing pain there, like being twisted by a knife.

She was actually pregnant, silently carrying a child, and then silently losing it.

But she had no idea she was pregnant; for more than a month, she’d been busy with graduation tasks, writing her thesis, defending it, revising it.

And Jack Yates was also busy; they weren’t doing it every day.

She remembered then, after her last period, during her ovulation days, for several consecutive days, Jack Yates did it with her every night.

But during those days, he wore a condom each time, so this month, when her period was two weeks late, she didn’t think much of it, just assuming it was writing the thesis that messed up her cycle.

Now it seemed, Jack Yates had likely tampered with the condom.

At this moment, Renee Winslow’s heart felt like it had been thrown into a vat of boiling oil, the pain indescribable.

Pain from Jack Yates’s repeated deception, pain from the loneliness no one understood, pain from inexplicably losing a child.

Heartache, abdominal pain, back pain, leg pain, the whole body, inside and out, everything hurt.

She felt as if she were being torn apart, in unbearable pain.

Suddenly the light beside her dimmed.

Renee Winslow slowly turned her head, her eyes vacant as she looked at Jack Yates standing by the bed.

Jack Yates hadn’t changed his clothes; his white shirt was still stained with blood, two buttons at the collar undone, his usually well-groomed hair hanging down messily, showing an unprecedented despondency and dishevelment.

Renee Winslow’s throat hurt, as if it were torn open.

She wanted to speak, opened her mouth, but no sound came out, finally forcing herself to swallow, she hoarsely began, "Jack Yates, using half my life, can I exchange it for freedom for the rest of my life?"

Jack Yates was stunned, the suppressed pain instantly turning into violence, erupting from his eyes.

His sharp eyes narrowed, he gritted his molars forcefully, his voice low and fierce, "Renee Winslow, to leave me, you didn’t hesitate to use the child..."

In fact, when Renee Winslow shielded Jack Yates from the knife, it was purely instinctive, she hadn’t thought that much, nor did she know she was pregnant.

Yet at this moment, she didn’t want to explain, for she only wanted to leave Jack Yates.

"Yes, I did it on purpose." She suppressed her grief, her lips curling into a cold, ruthless smile, "I knew I was pregnant a long time ago, deliberately using the child to coerce you. Even if no one tried to kill you today, I would have intentionally fallen down the stairs, deliberately falling in front of you, so our child would die in front of you!"

When she spoke those words, she felt her heart shatter into a pile of mud.

Jack Yates laughed, as if his eyes were burning with an infernal fire.

"You’re ruthless, Renee Winslow, truly ruthless." He licked the injured roof of his mouth, the pain like a knife cutting, lowered his eyes with a bitter smile, "Even if I carved out my heart for you, you’d just toss it away to feed the dogs."

This autumn.

Renee Winslow finally left Jack Yates.

The whole city’s locust trees were falling, the horizon’s sunset like fire.

Jack Yates stood with his back to her, under a leafless locust tree, the setting sun’s afterglow shone through the bare branches onto him, making him appear as fierce and murderous as an Asura.

"Renee Winslow, I’ll only let you go this once. Once you leave, don’t ever come back."

"Come back again, and I’ll kill you!"

Renee Winslow bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Yates. Rest assured, I won’t come back, never stepping foot in Northcity again in this life."