The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 152: Is It That Hard to Beg Me Once?

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Is It That Hard to Beg Me Once?

But before the car could start, Jasper Yale grabbed her arm and threw her into the back seat.

The man swung his long body into the car, and before Yelena Hughes could react, the speed increased, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Jasper Yale’s waist.

The car didn’t take the original route back but instead rushed into the adjacent woods.

Hailey Jenkins glanced over, what’s going on?

A wild encounter?

The forest was lush, and after the rain, the leaves were laden with water.

Their shoulders brushed past the branches, water droplets fell, some landing on Yelena Hughes’s face, making her shiver with cold.

The car came to a stop. Yelena Hughes looked around. It was damp, cold, and pitch-black.

"Young Master, I need to get back."

Jasper Yale glanced at the motorcycle beneath him, "Is this yours?"

"No, it’s my dad’s. It’s been sitting in the garage for over a year. I thought it would be inconvenient to report news without a vehicle, so I pulled it out."

Jasper Yale looked at a beam of light directed into the depths of the forest, "I’ll get you one."

Yelena Hughes stood on the ground, her feet covered in mud. She looked down at them.

"Young Master, don’t joke with me."

"It’s not a joke, it’s true. You can go pick out a car you like."

Yelena Hughes’s fingers ached from the cold as she stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets and earnestly asked him, "Why are you giving me a car?"

"Yelena Hughes, do you really not understand, or are you just pretending to be ignorant?"

"I’m truly ignorant, I don’t get it."

Jasper Yale took off a leather glove, gripping it tightly, "If not for a bit of luck, you might have been crushed into a pulp by now."

Yelena Hughes didn’t believe that Isla Jennings would have the guts for such exaggeration.

"Regardless of luck, she crashed herself."

"Is it so hard for you to ask me for a favor?"

Yelena Hughes felt like she’d heard a joke, a faint smile curling at her lips, "If I ask you, will it do any good?"

"Why wouldn’t it?"

"I won’t ask."

Jasper Yale was choked by these words, feeling like his chest was being torn apart by giant hands. "Yelena Hughes, have you not asked me for favors before? Again and again, wasn’t it enough?"

Was she missing this one time?

"It’s different now," Yelena Hughes was equally firm, "That day at the Hotspring Resort, Young Master said it himself, no need to look for you again. Let it end just like that."

She dared not forget a single word he said.

Jasper Yale’s mouth tasted bitter, wanting to smoke; he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Your memory is certainly good."

"I dare not forget Young Master’s words."

Jasper Yale bit down on a cigarette, his gaze fixed on Yelena Hughes, "Since when did you become so obedient?"

"Young Master got it wrong, I’ve always listened to you, never daring to disobey."

Yelena Hughes took a step closer to him. Although they were never really a couple, this was the first time Yelena had been dumped since she was young.

The feeling was insidious, slowly seeping into her warm heart and devouring her alive.

Overall, it wasn’t a pleasant sensation.

Jasper Yale reached to circle Yelena Hughes’s waist, lifting her slightly, and her instinct was to struggle.

But one leg had already been lifted by him, forcing Yelena Hughes to sit on the bike, the two face to face, very close.

Jasper Yale eyed the face before him, reaching to grasp her chin.

He leaned in to kiss, startling Yelena Hughes, her palm pushing against his chest.

It was over; please don’t come back.

Jasper Yale bit her lip, his tongue prying her teeth open, going deeper. To prevent Yelena Hughes from biting him, he increased the force in his hand.

The wind cut across their faces, cold and painful.

In such a place, Yelena Hughes felt no pleasure.

She was so cold her nose turned red, and she was nearly suffocating from Jasper Yale’s kiss.

She beat her fist against his chest, "Young Master!"

The man’s tongue retreated, lips grazing Yelena Hughes’s face. As she evaded, he kissed her ear.

Yelena Hughes couldn’t take it, curling her shoulders.

"We agreed it was over, so what is this?"

Jasper Yale pressed his large hand against Yelena Hughes’s neck, lifting his leg and easily lifting her, seating her on his lap.

He pressed her thighs together to keep her from falling.

"Young Master, I haven’t come to see you again, but you, what are you doing?"

Yelena Hughes twisted on his lap, "Young Master can’t let me go?"

Jasper Yale held Yelena Hughes’s head, making her look at him, "I can’t let you go?"

"Otherwise? Why did you follow me? Bring me here, what’s that about?"

Even if she guessed it, she couldn’t say it out loud.

Jasper Yale’s lips pressed into a line, his hand sliding from Yelena Hughes’s shoulder, feeling her bra strap through the thick clothing.

His desire always rises quickly around Yelena Hughes.

"Whether a relationship ends or begins, it’s up to me."

Isn’t this playing with people?

Yelena Hughes fearlessly brought up past grievances, "Young Master, don’t forget, I forged Miss Alden’s medical records and sent them to Mrs. Yale. I’m not a good person; no ordinary woman would do such a thing."

The move was indeed ruthless.

Jasper Yale’s eyes darkened, "What you did was quite harsh."

Mrs. Yale had been pressing hard lately, either finding the best doctors for Nancy Alden or sending valuable gifts continually to The Summit Gardens.

She even started arranging to gift Nancy Alden a villa.

Wasn’t it clear why Nancy Alden cried every day?

As long as the word "marry" wasn’t mentioned, Mrs. Yale was willing to hand over half of the Yale Family to her.

Yelena Hughes seized on this point, continuing, "So, Young Master, just leave me to fend for myself."

"Wouldn’t that be letting you off too easy?"

Jasper Yale wound his arm tightly around her, tighter and tighter, so that Yelena Hughes was pressed against Jasper Yale with no gaps in between.

"For you, that’s no punishment. I should really get back at you, make you cry to feel satisfied."

As he spoke, his breath spilled over her neck, provoking a tingle in her heart.

Yelena Hughes tried to stay rational, even though ever since being with Jasper Yale, her body had been trained to be extremely sensitive, she still clearly knew there were things not to do.

"Young Master, I don’t want to."

"Your wants don’t count."

Yelena Hughes couldn’t muster the strength, Jasper Yale pulled her right hand and slipped it inside his shirt.

His body was shockingly hot, like red-hot molten metal. As Yelena Hughes’s palm touched his skin, Jasper Yale let out a long breath.

There was even a gentle moan, with an enticing lilt that could make one’s legs go weak upon hearing.

Yelena Hughes blushed, trying to retract her hand.

Jasper Yale tightened his grip on her wrist.

For such a long time, not touching him, he found it unbearable.