My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 202: Have You Ever Missed Me?

Renee Winslow experienced a moment of dazed confusion, as if she had returned to some tender moment.

Reflecting now, during those three years with Jack Yates, he wasn’t always harsh; sometimes he showed tenderness, just rarely.

Most of the time, Jack Yates was a dominant and intense person, with a strong possessiveness and desire to control, almost wishing to keep her as a pet.

Especially in her fourth year of college, she completely lost her freedom.

It cost her almost a life to finally leave him, so how could she possibly continue to be entangled with him?

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yates, but I don’t like persimmons."

A deep chuckle came through the phone, and Jack Yates called her full name, "Renee Winslow, in these five years, have you ever..."

"Have you ever thought of me," even if it was just for a moment.

However, before he could finish, Renee hung up the phone directly.

Jack looked at the phone screen, his mouth twitched again and again as he laughed self-mockingly.

What exactly was he expecting?

Five years ago, she threatened him at the cost of her life to force a breakup, so how could she think of him?

Damn it, but he just can’t forget her, cannot forget her!

Can’t forget the charming way she softly called him "Third Brother," can’t forget the look in her eyes, intoxicated, as she celebrated in his arms, can’t forget how she shielded him from a knife, can’t forget that fire-like blood.

No one knew how scared he was at that moment, a kind of panic he had never felt before.

Warm blood flowed through his fingers, dripping all along the way.

The doors of the emergency room closed, as he stood outside, almost soulless.

Finding out about her miscarriage, he felt as if a sharp knife had gouged out a large piece from his chest, that softest piece of flesh was gouged out.

He endured the knife-like pain and walked into the ward, carefully considering how to talk to her about the miscarriage.

But she said, using almost a life, exchanged for freedom in her remaining days.

Ha, freedom in her remaining days?

She was willing to sacrifice her own life and her child’s life, all to leave him.

So was that stab purely meant to leave him?

Was there really not a shred of love?

That day Jack Yates sat all night on a cool chair outside the hospital clinic building.

The next day, he gave her an answer, let her go.

She wanted freedom, he gave her freedom.

It was not just freedom, whatever she wanted, he could give.

But she was unwilling to wait, nor did she trust him.

Though he thought about completely forgetting later, he just couldn’t forget.

His Adam’s apple rolled again and again, Jack Yates’s hand on the steering wheel clenched and unclenched.

-

As soon as the contract was finalized, Renee Winslow booked a return ticket to Ashville the same day, using the excuse that her child was young and needed care, she left for Ashville in advance.

Jack Yates’s car was parked outside the hotel where the film crew was staying, Evan Fenton respectfully came out to greet him.

The window rolled down, and Declan Donovan’s smiling face appeared.

Declan Donovan smiled and asked, "Where’s Chief Editor Winslow?"

Evan Fenton, unaware of Renee Winslow’s relationship with Jack Yates, thought Declan Donovan was interested in Renee Winslow. He hesitated, unsure whether to tell the truth.

Seeing his hesitation, Declan Donovan laughed, "Mr. Fenton, no need to worry, I’m looking for Chief Editor Winslow to ask if she has time, and if she can help me revise a script? Of course, if Mr. Fenton is willing to let her go, but if you’re not willing, just forget it."

Evan Fenton replied, "Mr. Donovan, you’re joking, if you’re interested in Renee, it’s her fortune and mine as well, but you came at a bad time, she just left half an hour ago."

Declan Donovan asked, "Why did she leave so quickly?"

Evan Fenton spoke with a helpless tone and a hint of acceptance, "Her child is still young, hurried home to see the child, that’s what happens with female employees who have children, so I generally don’t arrange business trips for her."

Declan Donovan was surprised, "What? She already has a child?"

Evan Fenton paused, "Ah, yes."

Declan Donovan looked back and smiled, "How old is her child? Boy or girl?"

Evan Fenton replied, "Boy, four or five years old, in kindergarten middle class."

Declan Donovan coughed and asked again, "Does the child look like Chief Editor Winslow, or like..."

As he spoke, he glanced back again.

Evan Fenton recalled Renee Winslow’s son’s appearance, smiled, and replied, "Doesn’t look like Renee, might be like the child’s father."

Declan Donovan’s eye twitched, quickly replied, "Alright, Mr. Fenton, you’re busy, I have some matters, I’ll take my leave, we can chat another day."

Jack Yates leaned against the leather seat, eyes slightly closed, like a frozen sculpture.

Declan Donovan took a glance at his face, cold as ice, quickly withdrawing his gaze, looking to the side.

"Cough, cough, well, Third Brother, do you think we should still pursue this?"

-

When Renee Winslow just got into the taxi, her mind was uneasy, worried that Jack Yates might send people to intercept her again, preventing her from leaving.

But on second thought, it has been five years, during these five years, Jack Yates has kept his word and never disturbed her.

Since he hadn’t sought her out in five years, how could he possibly intercept her?

After getting out of the car, Renee Winslow smoothly entered the departure hall without any hindrance.

But she never expected to encounter Caleb Yates at the airport.

Counting, it’s been six years since she last saw Caleb Yates.

The unruly and handsome big boy back then is now a mature man approaching his thirties.

Both recognized each other, and Renee Winslow couldn’t pretend not to know him.

Yet she and Caleb Yates had no pleasant topics to reminisce over, a simple nod in the crowd was the best courtesy.

Just as Renee Winslow was about to nod and leave, Caleb Yates approached her.

"Long time no see," Caleb Yates said with a smile.

Renee Winslow paused, smiled lightly, "Long time no see."

Caleb Yates asked, "How have these years been treating you?"

Renee Winslow answered, "Quite good, how about you?"

Caleb Yates smirked with a hint of youthful intensity, "I’m doing alright too, got my own listed company, and also..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, spotting Jack Yates coming in, he raised his hand, reaching towards Renee Winslow’s face.

Renee instinctively retreated, and Caleb Yates placed one hand on her shoulder, another brushing her hair by her ear.

"There was a little spider in your hair."

His sudden gesture seemed genuinely just to remove a spider.

"It’s gone," he said with a smile, "Just a little spider, don’t be afraid."

Renee Winslow nodded, "Thank you."

Caleb Yates responded, "You’re welcome."

Renee Winslow didn’t say more, pulled her luggage and walked forward.

Caleb Yates followed beside her, "Where are you going?"

Renee Winslow replied, "Taking a flight."

Jack Yates stood at the departure hall entrance, watching the scene deeply, not stepping forward.

So is her child Caleb Yates’s? Or another man’s?

She wasn’t willing to have his child but willingly bore a child for someone else.

Jack Yates’s throat felt awfully painful, like being cut, both painful and bitter.

Bitter pain.