The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 108: Young Master, Are You Hiding My Person?

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Young Master, Are You Hiding My Person?

Jasper Yale stared at the tablecloth, "Nancy, can’t we just have a good meal?"

"I’m just saying casually, you know what Aunt Yale hates the most."

Jasper Yale’s eyes remained cold, a slight displeasure stirring at the bottom of his gaze.

"Mrs. Yale wouldn’t bother with such matters."

Nancy Alden observed his calm tone, not seeming angry, and took a deep breath to continue, "Jasper, choose someone else, anyone but Yelena Hughes."

Jasper picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and then spoke leisurely.

"Why?"

Because Nancy was afraid; she feared no one but Yelena Hughes, "I’m afraid she’ll pass some disease to you."

Miss Alden’s voice had no trace of concealment, like the loudest slap in the face of the wind.

Yelena Hughes tightened her grip on her arm, not seeing the increasing irritation between Jasper Yale’s brows.

"Nancy!" His eyes fixed on Nancy Alden across from him, "Is it appropriate for you to say such things?"

Yelena Hughes swallowed a deep breath, which seemed a bit heavy.

Jasper didn’t think these words were particularly harsh on Yelena Hughes.

He just thought these remarks sullied Nancy Alden’s mouth?

The woman across from him used to have a certain arrogance, willful and proud, but now, in her downfall, she had to recall Josephine’s words and restrain herself.

Nancy Alden picked up a piece of food and put it in her mouth, chewing with difficulty.

Yelena Hughes reached for her chest and took off the brooch.

It seemed she wouldn’t find a chance to leave with Jasper Yale later.

She had to figure out her way out, but the evidence she had painstakingly gathered couldn’t fall back into Young Master Warren’s hands.

Yelena Hughes crawled forward a few steps, emerging from under the tablecloth in front of Jasper Yale.

Jasper Yale’s gaze happened to meet hers.

The man’s jacket hung on a nearby coat rack, and he only wore a shirt without pockets.

Yelena Hughes couldn’t find a place to stash it.

She spread her hand and mouthed to him, "Keep this for me."

Jasper was quite straightforward too; Yelena saw his lips move.

"No."

If she couldn’t get this out tonight, she would have come in vain.

Yelena Hughes crouched there, wary if Miss Alden would discover her, "Help me out, please."

Wouldn’t it be a simple favor for Jasper Yale?

"Too light, I can’t hear you." Jasper raised his voice as he said this.

Yelena Hughes was so frightened she nearly fell back under the table; if not for her arm’s support, there would have been a commotion.

Nancy Alden looked up, "Jasper, what did you say?"

Jasper, not showing a hint of panic, picked up the phone on the table and waved it, "Just handling some work-related matters."

"You’re too busy, take care of yourself."

Jasper turned the lazy Susan, and Nancy Alden, looking at the dishes on the table, still felt touched.

She didn’t like garlic and ginger, and Jasper remembered.

Nancy Alden took a few more bites and said, "Jasper, let’s go."

Yelena Hughes’s nerves tightened upon hearing this, even if it was a risk; she had to try again.

Her small hand reached out, placing the brooch on Jasper Yale’s leg, but just as she was about to withdraw, Jasper tapped his leg.

The brooch fell to the ground.

Yelena Hughes worried it might break, quickly retrieved it.

Jasper wasn’t ready to leave, saying to Nancy Alden, "Have some more dessert; I’ll finish up my work and then we’ll go."

"Okay."

Yelena Hughes tightened her grip on the brooch, crouching by Jasper’s leg, looking up at him.

Normally, people would lend her a helping hand.

But Jasper Yale was unpredictable.

Yelena Hughes saw him lower his gaze, looking down at his lower body; his pants had pockets, and Jasper indicated she could put it there.

Yelena Hughes had suffered many indignities from him; despite his cold and noble exterior, he enjoyed playing dirty tricks.

But she didn’t have much choice.

Yelena hesitated, reached out, carefully placing the brooch into Jasper’s pants pocket, afraid it might fall out, and pushed it in further.

Fortunately, Jasper did not make things difficult.

Yelena was slightly relieved but as soon as she wanted to withdraw her hand, she felt a grip on her wrist.

Jasper pressed her hand against his thigh, then lifted his other leg, effectively trapping Yelena’s hand between his thighs.

The heat from the inner thigh radiated through the thin suit pants onto Yelena’s hand back, intense and scalding.

Anxiously, she tried to pull her hand back, but Jasper’s force almost made her cry out in pain.

If someone saw this scene, who would believe her innocence?

Jasper poured a bowl of soup, noticing Nancy Alden’s attention elsewhere. He took a small bowl and placed it on the chair next to him.

Yelena peeked; was this for her?

Was she being treated like a dog? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Jasper figured she probably hadn’t eaten dinner by now.

After a while, he got a clean plate, placed some desserts and a few dishes on it.

He placed the plate of food next to the soup bowl.

Yelena Hughes tried to yank her hand back a couple of times; she wouldn’t accept such humiliation.

Jasper held on tightly, rendering all of Yelena’s efforts futile.

Her thumb scraped across his taut muscles; a feeling of numbness surged up Jasper’s leg, his thin lips parted slightly, and his temple to jaw suddenly tightened.

Yelena’s cheeks flushed instantly, like a piece of hot iron plunged into water, her entire being boiling.

Nancy Alden looked over from across the table, "Jasper, let’s watch a movie when we get home."

"Hmm."

He absentmindedly replied.

"I don’t feel like sleeping early tonight; I want to be with you."

Jasper raised his glance, but his hands didn’t stop moving. He reached out, stroked Yelena’s face, and his fingertips gently scraped her chin.

He really had a knack for teasing.

Yelena slapped his hand away.

Jasper flicked his right hand, and Nancy asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing, just burned my hand."

From outside the private room, suddenly came the sound of knocking.

Hailey Jenkins’s voice followed, "The young master is inside, doesn’t want to see anyone."

"Let me just say hi to the young master, don’t stop me."

Yelena recognized the voice, probably Young Master Warren.

The door was pushed open from the outside, Young Master Warren forced his way in, and upon seeing Jasper, immediately grinned and said, "Young Master, long time no see."

Jasper’s leg loosened slightly, and Yelena quickly withdrew her hand, retreating under the table.

Nancy Alden disliked being disturbed, her face showing displeasure.

"What are you doing here?" Jasper asked directly.

Young Master Warren held a piece of paper, "I’m looking for a woman, just checked the surveillance, she went up to the rooftop. I wanted to ask the Young Master if you’ve seen her?"

As Young Master Warren spoke, he placed the paper on the table.

Jasper took a glance; who else could it be but Yelena Hughes?