The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 105: Actually Starting to Feel Sorry for Her

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Actually Starting to Feel Sorry for Her

There was no desire in his eyes, but Yelena Hughes could feel the warmth on her face. She found Jasper Yale kissing her cheek more desirable and sexy than when he kissed her elsewhere.

Yelena wanted to turn her face away, but Jasper’s hand had already slipped under her blanket.

She quickly pressed down his hand.

The man’s gaze roamed over her face, not missing an inch. "Go change your clothes."

"Okay." She couldn’t agree more.

Jasper led her into the master bedroom, to a large walk-in closet, where he didn’t keep many clothes.

He took out a sweater, and then separately found some underwear and pants.

Jasper handed the clothes to her. "Put these on for now. I’ve asked Hailey Jenkins to buy some for you."

Yelena stretched out her hand, and the blanket almost slipped off. She hurriedly tried to grab it, but Jasper pulled it away with one hand.

"Why are you dawdling? I know your body better than you do."

She put on the sweater, not caring if the underwear Jasper gave her was new or not.

His pants were very large, the waistband wide, the legs long.

Yelena had to hold them up with her hands, or they would just fall to the ground.

Jasper took out a belt. "Raise your arms."

Yelena obediently did as told, watching as the belt was threaded through the waistband. His fingers were long and skilled, quickly tightening the belt for her.

She felt a strange sensation in her heart and quickly let go of the clothes.

The neckline of the sweater slipped off Yelena’s shoulder. She hastily adjusted it, but after taking just a few steps, the other shoulder slipped down.

Outside, a doorbell rang.

Jasper said, "Come in," and only then did Hailey Jenkins dare to open the door.

His hands were full of things – their dinner, and clothes he’d bought for Yelena.

Jasper led her to the dining table. "You’re not going back tonight."

"No way, even though I don’t need to go to The Sovereign Club anymore, I can feel my mom’s still cautious. She’s afraid I’ll take up some other side job."

If she didn’t return overnight, Lindsay Walsh wouldn’t get any sleep.

If Jasper wanted to sleep with a woman, he just had to beckon with his finger, but Yelena always had this issue or that excuse.

They sat facing each other at the dinner table, Yelena eating quite intently. She suddenly looked up to find Jasper staring at her.

He seemed somewhat entranced.

Lindsay’s words were deeply etched in Jasper’s mind. She had said Yelena Hughes was the purest person.

But how much humiliation had she endured in a place like The Sovereign Club?

That night, in front of him and all the guests and ladies, in front of Shawn Thorne, she had slapped herself.

It turned out she was bound to the edge of Hell by a promissory note.

Yelena noticed something off in Jasper’s gaze. It was deep and gradually turned into a tender attachment.

She touched her cheek. "Did I get food on my face?"

"I think you’re pretty damn foolish."

A fool who risked everything.

The events of that afternoon weighed heavily on his mind.

Yelena sensed the displeasure in his tone, so she continued to eat quietly, leaving him be.

Late at night, Yelena insisted on going back, and surprisingly, Jasper didn’t push her.

She changed into the new clothes and followed Jasper downstairs.

Once she got in the car, Hailey Jenkins handed over a cake box from the front seat. "Miss Hughes, take this."

"What... is this?"

Jasper chimed in, "Serena Snow, doesn’t your sister like it?"

Yelena could hardly believe it. She quickly took it into her hands. "Thank you."

"I specifically asked the chef to make a large one. You must like it too."

Jasper knew her heart was full of Anne, always wanting to give her sister the best things, but to him, these were just ordinary desserts.

Yelena hugged the cake box tightly, afraid it would fall.

She just couldn’t understand why Jasper would spend such effort on her.

The car soon arrived at the entrance of the Hughes Family residential area, and Yelena signaled the driver to stop.

"I can go in myself."

"Drive in," Jasper commanded, leaving no room for negotiation.

"My mom should be at home."

"And then?"

"That day, she saw you with me..." Thinking of the scene made Yelena tremble.

She had been writhing on Jasper’s body, and he held her tightly, shoving a hand into her tank top. Lindsay had clearly seen it all.

"She wouldn’t want to see you."

But Jasper was unfazed. "I don’t particularly want to see her either."

The desire to be close to Yelena was one thing; wanting proximity to the Hughes was another.

After all, who was he? He was Jasper Yale, never needing to curry favor with anyone or consider others’ feelings.

The car stopped in front of the building, and Yelena hurried to open the door.

But the lock was fastened, so she couldn’t push it open.

"I’m home."

Jasper sat unmoved in the car; the driver could only stay silent under the boss’s silence.

Yelena glanced at him. "I’m home."

"And what should you say to me?"

"Good night."

Jasper suddenly leaned over, the cold scent overwhelming. One hand propped against the car window, blocking Yelena in a tiny space, her body straightened stiff.

"Young master, you... want to do what?"

Suddenly, the sound of knocking on glass echoed in her ears—sharp, almost deafening.

Yelena turned her head, seeing Lindsay standing outside. She couldn’t see clearly inside, so she pressed her face against the glass.

"Let me out, it’s my mom."

"Come find me tomorrow night."

Yelena was anxious. "I have things tomorrow night, I need to run news."

"Just tell your mom you’re on a business trip and stay out with me for a night."

"..." Yelena wanted to push his face away.

"Promise, and I will let you out."

"Yelena!" Lindsay knocked again several times, and Yelena hastily nodded. "Okay."

The car door’s lock was released, and Yelena quickly pushed open the door to get out. She glanced at Lindsay’s faintly angry face.

"Mom."

"It’s late, come upstairs."

"Okay."

Yelena followed beside Lindsay; she hadn’t expected that Jasper also got out of the car.

Lindsay grabbed her daughter’s arm. "Hurry and walk."

The two walked quickly, reaching the staircase, and Yelena heard Jasper call her, "Your bag, don’t you want it?"

In her rush, she had forgotten her personal belongings.

Jasper took a few steps over and handed her the bag.

Yelena quickly reached out to take it, her eyes signaling Jasper to leave.

The man’s fingers brushed against hers, even gliding along her little finger.

This scene fell squarely into Lindsay’s sight.

She said nothing, but picked up a broom leaning against the wall, swinging it on the floor. The old apartment had quite a bit of dust.

As she swept, all the dust landed on Jasper’s pants.

Yelena wanted to stop her, but it was too late; Jasper’s face turned as cold as ice.