The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 113: Wouldn’t You Like Being on Top?

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Wouldn’t You Like Being on Top?

Why should she make others pay for her intuition and belief?

The cinema was very dark, and Anne sat alone at the front, not daring to look back.

Yelena had explained as much as she could, and Jasper Yale definitely wouldn’t believe it, so there was nothing more she could do.

She stood up to return to Anne’s side and accompany her.

The gaps between the seats were narrow, and with Jasper Yale’s height and long legs, him stretching out his legs blocked Yelena’s path.

Yelena bent down, "Excuse me."

Jasper Yale’s gaze was fixed ahead, as if he hadn’t heard.

Yelena had no choice but to lift a leg to step over, but just before she could put weight on her right foot, a hand appeared on her waist.

Jasper Yale’s arm was strong, and through the thick fabric, he held Yelena’s waist tightly, yet she could still feel the hardness of his muscular lines.

The main issue was that this posture looked... indecent.

She was straddling him, and Yelena was anxious to get down, "Don’t, don’t, sir..."

Jasper Yale pulled her towards him, his other hand pressing down on Yelena’s restlessly moving leg, forcing Yelena to look down at the man beneath her.

Jasper Yale had probably never been looked at this way before, and Yelena didn’t feel above him, only terrified.

"Let go."

"Isn’t it nice having you on top?"

Yelena’s palm pressed against the man’s shoulder as Jasper Yale’s hand slipped through her sweater, exploring inside, and he clicked his tongue.

"You’re sweating, aren’t you hot?"

"Not hot."

"Nonsense." Jasper Yale touched her back, "Take off a couple of layers."

As he spoke, he took off Yelena’s jacket and carelessly threw it at his feet.

"Sir, Miss Alden will be looking for us soon."

Jasper Yale leaned back on his upper body, placing both hands on Yelena’s legs, and began to rub his palms together.

The bones on the back of his hands were very pronounced, "She has trouble walking, she can’t get in."

The lust in Jasper Yale’s eyes was intense, and she couldn’t pretend not to notice.

But Yelena didn’t want to engage with this man any more; someone with a heart hiding a true love was dangerous, and she couldn’t afford to provoke him.

Hailey Jenkins had been sent by Nancy Alden to find someone, but after searching the hallway, she hadn’t seen Jasper Yale’s shadow.

She passed by a theater ear, heard some noises inside, and walked in to take a look.

The screen was switching to a daytime scene, and a beam of white light revealed Yelena in the back row.

As for what the two were doing, it was self-evident. At least, Hailey Jenkins assumed the worst.

She quickly retreated outside as if she hadn’t seen anything.

Jasper Yale sat up, his arm wrapping around Yelena’s waist, resting his chin in the crook of her neck.

"What’s this movie about, any good?"

As he spoke, his breath burned against her neck, very hot.

"They say it’s good, very moving."

Jasper Yale maintained this position, seemingly watching intently, but with Yelena in his arms, she felt so hot, like on a summer’s day, being stuck in a bed with a hot water bottle.

In the neighboring theater.

Nancy Alden couldn’t focus on the movie, "Why hasn’t he come over yet?"

"Maybe he’s handling something difficult, sir..."

"What could be difficult?" Nancy Alden looked furious, "Didn’t he hear everything?"

Anne admitted it all; there’s no need to investigate further.

Nancy Alden attempted to rise from her seat, "I’ll find him."

"Miss, don’t push him too hard, he said he’d explain it to you."

But Jasper Yale, at this moment, was watching a movie with Yelena in his arms.

Her sister was there, and he couldn’t just unleash his frustration without thinking.

Jasper Yale watched the film for a bit and found the plot quite good, "Do you think these two will end up together in the end?"

Although Yelena was facing away and couldn’t see, her ears heard the lines.

"Probably not, it seems they won’t have a happy ending."

"Why not?"

"First loves, you know, reality is harsh."

Yelena heard Jasper Yale chuckle lightly, "Just like you and Justin Sutton, no end in sight, serves you right."

Her face turned slightly somber. Even though she and Justin Sutton were no longer in contact, back then she was sincere in their relationship. Could he not poke at old wounds?

Jasper Yale leaned back, his gaze fixed on her, "Still hung up on him?"

"Which eye of yours saw that, sir?"

"What did you like about Justin Sutton? Wealth? Youth?"

Yelena didn’t want to hear those words, "At least when he was pursuing me, he was very considerate."

Jasper Yale’s eyes squinted slightly, so she liked that sort of thing. "Justin Sutton is usually quite the player; surely he wouldn’t leave such a tasty morsel as you untouched?"

"What exactly do you mean?" Yelena struggled to get down.

Thinking about Justin Sutton touching her made Jasper Yale very displeased, as she’d always been unwilling in bed.

And if it were Justin Sutton underneath her?

After all, at that time, they were very much in love, with Yelena possessing that innate allure, combined with her utmost blossoming and trembling in ecstasy, it surely would be a scene that drove a man crazy.

Jasper Yale’s expression turned cold, "Get down."

Yelena wanted nothing more; as soon as Jasper Yale’s grip loosened, she slid down from his lap.

The tall man’s figure stood and stepped out until he disappeared from Yelena’s sight, only then did she pick up her coat and returned to Anne’s side.

Nancy Alden finally waited for him to come over, forcing a smile, "Why so slow?"

"Just finished handling it."

"How did you handle it?"

"Made her delete everything from her phone."

Nancy Alden’s lips stiffened; she knew Jasper Yale was lying because Anne had never filmed her, but Nancy Alden couldn’t call him out on it.

She could only nod.

"As long as it’s deleted, don’t make it hard for her, she probably just found my appearance amusing and snapped a picture without thinking."

Jasper Yale’s gaze fell on Nancy Alden’s legs, gently holding her hand, he said nothing.

After the movie ended, Josephine pushed Nancy Alden to the elevator at the back door.

The elevator hadn’t arrived yet, and Nancy Alden tugged on Jasper Yale’s sleeve, "Where are we going for dinner later?"

"What do you want to eat?"

While the two were conversing, a few people emerged from somewhere, cameras targeting Nancy Alden, snapping pictures without saying a word.

Nancy Alden, caught off guard, didn’t even have time to cover her face.

Josephine shouted, "What are you all doing!"

She hurriedly shielded Nancy Alden, "Stop taking pictures, stop it!"

"Miss Alden, we hear the car accident left you unable to stand, is it true?"

"You... nonsense!" Nancy Alden quickly looked to the man beside her, "Jasper Yale, make them stop, make them leave."

Jasper Yale’s face was particularly calm, not instructing Hailey Jenkins to dismiss them, just pulling Nancy Alden’s wheelchair closer.

"Her legs are indeed a bit inconvenient, but it’s not a big issue, just some muscular atrophy from lying down for too long."

Nancy Alden wanted him to stop talking, but it was too late.

"Jasper Yale!"