The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 153: No Longer a Plaything
His body seemed to have a deep memory of Yelena Hughes. Just seeing her face made him think of sleeping with her—every frame, every image, all perfectly clear.
But Yelena—her reaction to his words wasn’t tears of joy.
She felt there was no need. "Young Master Yale, keeping things the way they are is just fine."
The contrast between Jasper Yale’s loss of control and Yelena Hughes’s calmness was glaring.
In the past, women who saw Young Master Yale would go after him like moths to a flame, unable to stop themselves.
But now, his raging desire seemed worthless, made small by Yelena’s indifference.
"You want things to stay like this?"
"Hey, I have my pride, too. I’m not some stray cat or dog. If you kick me away, how am I supposed to crawl back?"
Jasper’s palm was rubbing along Yelena’s waist. "I didn’t ask you to crawl back. I’m the one telling you to come back."
Yelena didn’t want this, didn’t like it either.
"Can I say no?"
Jasper lifted his head, his nose brushing under Yelena’s chin, and reached out to grip it. "No, you can’t."
This was his usual dominance.
If he wanted to play, she had to accompany him—meaning he wasn’t tired of her yet, otherwise he wouldn’t ask her back.
"I won’t." Yelena was firm.
"Young Master Yale, I’m not your toy. You beckon me over and I’m supposed to tremble under you?"
Yelena tried to push Jasper’s hand away, but he was gripping her tightly. "Don’t you have a new lover now? Go find her."
"Jealous?" The man let out a light laugh.
"I just think it’s great that you’ve found your next one."
Jasper’s smile froze for a moment. He let go of her face. "You really think that?"
"She suits you well."
Jasper pulled out a cigarette. Yelena braced her hands behind her, shifting back a little.
The man lit the cigarette. As he smoked, his cheeks hollowed and his eyes grew more dangerous.
Yelena wanted to get off the bike. As soon as she lifted her leg, Jasper pressed her down with his palm.
"Young Master Yale, it’s too cold here, and too dark to be safe. Let’s just go back, okay?"
Jasper, holding the cigarette between his fingers, reached for Yelena’s face. The glowing tip neared her cheek; she didn’t dare move.
He tucked the strands of hair blown loose by the wind behind her ears, one by one.
Yelena was afraid the lit cigarette would burn her.
"Why are you dodging me?"
"I’m afraid of being burned."
Jasper threw the cigarette to the ground. "Had dinner?"
She was afraid he’d drag her out to eat again. "Already did."
The man studied Yelena’s expression. Really, this woman was cold.
Didn’t give an inch. Really acted like a player.
Not even a hint of lingering attachment after sleeping with him.
"Young Master Yale, I’m heading home."
Jasper was seething with anger but had nowhere to vent it. Damn it! 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
He threw his gloves onto her. "Let’s go."
Yelena got off the bike, slowly putting the gloves on, but he was still straddling her motorcycle, not stepping aside.
"Want me to give you a lift?"
Yelena knew that he usually only rode million-dollar bikes, never cared for her beat-up motorcycle.
Unexpectedly, Jasper responded, "Sure."
"You should just take your car. This bike isn’t windproof."
"You playing games with me?"
Yelena had no choice but to get back on. As soon as she started the bike, the man pressed up against her.
His long arms wrapped tightly around Yelena’s waist. The bike sped back onto the road. Hailey Jenkins, hearing the engine, quickly had the driver follow.
Jasper held her tighter and tighter, Yelena was having a hard time handling it.
Her voice was almost carried away by the night breeze. "Young Master Yale, you’re holding too tight."
"I’m cold."
He always dressed light. Jasper pressed his face into Yelena’s neck and slid his hand inside her shirt.
She almost lost control of the handlebars, nearly hitting the roadside guardrail.
Hailey Jenkins watched nervously. "Don’t follow too closely! I’m scared they’ll crash up ahead!"
Yelena slowed down. "Young Master Yale, this is too dangerous. Let me give you the helmet."
"I don’t need you to give me anything."
If that’s what he wanted, Yelena just let him be.
The bike rolled back into the city. Yelena found a spot and stopped. "I’m not taking you any further."
She was off route and starving, just wanted to hurry home for a hot meal.
"Take me to your building downstairs."
"What for?"
"I’m not comfortable letting you ride the bike home alone."
Yelena had no choice but to keep going.
The motorcycle cut through the cold night. Yelena checked the mirror—a strange car was following closely behind.
A young man rolled down his window, whistled, and called out, "Hey, pretty lady, you’re so cool! Wanna add me on WhatsApp?"
Jasper threw a glare his way; the young man leaned out the window. "Damn, you’re really beautiful, how old are you?"
Yelena ignored him, the wind tossing her hair, strands brushing across Jasper’s face.
Like this, she looked irresistible to anyone watching.
Yelena sped up, but that car kept chasing—until a luxury car cut them off on the other lane, obviously ridiculously expensive.
The guy hit the brakes, about to curse, but heard Hailey Jenkins snap, "Following just anyone’s car? Ever consider your own limits?"
Yelena drove into her apartment complex and stopped downstairs. Jasper’s arms were still wrapped tightly around her.
"We’re here," Yelena had to remind him.
The man shifted and got off the motorcycle.
Yelena pushed the bike into the garage. When she came out, Jasper was still standing at the entrance.
"Young Master Yale, go home. It’s cold out here."
The way she was kicking him out left no room for negotiation.
Yelena waved at him and went upstairs without a backward glance.
Jasper’s face was ice cold, but he didn’t say anything.
Before Yelena even reached her apartment, her phone buzzed in her bag. Seeing the caller ID, she picked up almost immediately.
"Hello, Officer Alden, is there news about my dad?"
On the other end, the voice noticeably paused. "Yes."
Jasper had just gotten back in the car, and Hailey Jenkins was telling the driver to head back, when suddenly the building lights flicked on.
Soon, a figure stumbled out; Yelena nearly missed the last step and almost collapsed flat on the ground.
Jasper quickly opened the door and got out, seeing Yelena struggling to get up.
But it was as if she’d been hit with something—she tried several times and still couldn’t get up.
Jasper grabbed her arm, helping her up. "What’s going on?"
Yelena kept feeling over herself. "Where are my keys?"
"Where are you going?"
"Police station."
Jasper pulled her over and put her in the car first. "I’ll drive you there."
Yelena gazed out the window. The kitchen light at home was still on; tears kept streaming down her face. She wiped at them again and again, but the more she wiped, the more they fell.
Jasper felt a dread creeping up. "What happened?"
Yelena’s voice was choked. "They might have found my dad."
