The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 54: This Man Has No Heart

"Don’t want to?"

Yes, don’t you understand Chinese characters?

Yelena Hughes locked eyes with Jasper Yale and repeated, "I don’t want to."

She watched the man step back, his fingers, with distinct joints, moving to his neck, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt to reveal more of Jasper Yale’s shoulders, collarbone, chest...

The exposed parts of his body increased, until he pulled off the belt around his waist.

He took a shower, the water splashing from his body onto Yelena Hughes.

The water droplets still retained Jasper Yale’s body heat, which was scorching.

He handed the showerhead to Yelena Hughes and walked out, leaving her without the strength to support herself, collapsing into the bathtub.

Yelena Hughes turned the water to cold, aiming the showerhead at her face, and after repeated feelings of suffocation, she gradually became more lucid.

She slapped her face loudly, causing some pain.

Yelena Hughes, wake up, this is not a solution. Having crossed Shawn Thorne, he’s bound to find trouble for her later on, and it’ll be all too easy.

Yelena Hughes didn’t have a change of clothes, so she wrapped a towel around her chest and walked out.

She opened the bathroom door and had just stepped out when she saw Jasper Yale leaning against the doorframe. Yelena Hughes didn’t have time to speak before Jasper Yale’s arm encircled her waist, lifting her straight onto the bed.

Her body barely touched the bed when the towel unraveled, revealing her shapely form beneath her delicate face. Jasper Yale fixed Yelena Hughes’ chin, "Come, kiss me."

Her eyelashes trembled as she lifted her head to kiss the mole below Jasper Yale’s lips.

He was dissatisfied, "Can’t learn, can you?"

His fingers pried open Yelena Hughes’ mouth, probing inside, his fingertip rubbing against her tongue.

An indescribable tingling sensation, like being electrified, as Jasper Yale kissed her, the feeling of her chest cavity being squeezed dry returned.

"Mmm—"

Jasper Yale pressed against her lips and teeth, "Don’t make a sound."

One sound provokes discomfort, both tingling and numbing, and there’s plenty of time later.

In the dim light, the room’s temperature rose steadily, yet Yelena Hughes’ eyes remained bright and clear, driven with purpose, preventing her from losing herself in the chaos of emotions.

Jasper Yale moved his kiss to her ear, and Yelena Hughes turned away.

"Young Master."

Her voice was calm, without the loss of control or overwhelming emotion, which slightly displeased Jasper Yale.

His large hand slid down her side from her waist, "With such a calm tone, what’s it, planning to discuss something with me?"

Yelena Hughes’ long hair spread over the pillow like a mass of seaweed, "It’s strange, isn’t it, that Miss Alden called me?"

Jasper Yale kissed her earlobe without responding.

Given that, Yelena Hughes continued, "She said she called each number from your call records to find you, Young Master, do you believe that?"

Of course, Jasper Yale didn’t believe it, but was it up to Yelena Hughes to expose it?

His left hand pinched her slim waist, his right hand followed to her side, pulling her waist into his grip.

So thin, so thrilling, so satisfying.

Jasper Yale kissed her cheek before lifting his head, "I advise you to focus better."

"Young Master, am I going to The Sovereign Club tomorrow?"

Jasper Yale looked down at her, a man born to arrogance, with eyes always too sharp. Thus, Yelena Hughes appeared sincere in front of him.

Don’t play tricks, they’re no match for him.

"Don’t you enjoy going to those places?"

Yelena Hughes straightforwardly opened up, "Young Master, the man guarding The Sovereign Club asking me for money is Henry Louis. He’s got a bad temper, resorts to violence if he doesn’t get money. But strangely, one day his limbs were broken, and since then, never asked for a penny from me. I don’t understand."

"You don’t understand?"

Jasper Yale listened to her analysis, isn’t her reasoning quite clear?

She’s a little fox, playing some trick with him?

Jasper Yale got up, suppressing his desire just right, sitting at the edge of the bed without leaving.

Yelena Hughes grasped Jasper Yale’s fingers, "Young Master knew all along, but because the originator was Miss Alden..."

Jasper Yale turned to look at her, "You mean Nancy sent you into The Sovereign Club?"

Yelena Hughes nodded.

Jasper Yale withdrew his hand, his expression a bit cold, "Don’t slander without evidence, this has nothing to do with her."

Yelena Hughes swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Is Jasper Yale truly blind to this? Does he not see?

Of course not.

Yelena Hughes understood now, even if Nancy Alden admitted it herself, if Jasper Yale didn’t want her to take responsibility, she’d remain innocent.

To mention her is to slander her.

"Young Master, what about tonight’s events? You just rescued me from Master Thorne, we hadn’t gotten far before Miss Alden’s call came."

Yelena Hughes really had to suspect that Shawn Thorne’s provocation had something to do with Nancy Alden.

"What do you want to say?" Jasper Yale’s brows furrowing in displeasure, his face layered with frost.

"I want to say, I want to live."

Yelena Hughes sat up, hugging Jasper Yale from behind, his back lean and firm, Yelena pressed tightly.

Her arms slid from Jasper Yale’s scapula to his shoulder, then embraced his other shoulder.

Yelena Hughes leaned to Jasper Yale’s side, "Young Master, starting tomorrow, can I stop going to The Sovereign Club?"

Previously, she didn’t dare say because Jasper Yale’s indulgence and tolerance towards Nancy Alden made Yelena Hughes afraid to gamble.

But now?

Henry Louis’s broken limbs, Master Thorne’s bruised face from that punch, and earlier, the call Jasper Yale answered in the car, all became Yelena Hughes’ stakes.

Even if insignificant, it’s worth a try, right?

Yelena Hughes watched so many films, though inexperienced, she remembered all the points in her mind.

She opened her mouth to lightly bite the man’s earlobe, very gently, daring not to exert force, her words wrapped at the tip of her tongue.

"What if Master Thorne comes again? I’m scared."

A willful, soft tone seeped into Jasper Yale’s eardrums, like a thousand-pound aphrodisiac, his breathing deepened significantly.

He twisted his arm back, scooped up Yelena Hughes, pressing her back onto the bed.

Desire and composure mixed in Jasper Yale’s eyes, "Tell me, who sent you to The Sovereign Club?"

Yelena Hughes met his gaze, yet ironically, she must cooperate with Jasper Yale, saying what he wants to hear.

"I, it was myself who wanted to go."

"Then why did Master Thorne target you?"

Yelena Hughes slightly lifted her chin, "I provoked it as well, everything’s unrelated to Miss Alden."

With someone favoring, it’s good.

Even if Nancy Alden committed every wrongdoing, as long as Jasper Yale said she didn’t, then Yelena Hughes, the victim, instead became the defamer.

The man was very satisfied with that answer, lowering his body to bite Yelena Hughes’ chin.

"Tell me, where’d you learn that earlier move?"

Turns out the flirting method, she isn’t incapable, at least earlier on, sufficiently aroused him with unbearable heat.

Yelena Hughes smiled.

Inside her mind, saying, this man truly has no heart.