The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 32: Why Pretend to Be Pure?

It was already late at night when she returned home.

Everyone at home was likely asleep, and Yelena Hughes smelled of alcohol. Not daring to make a sound, she went to the bathroom to take a shower first.

She tiptoed into the bedroom, only to find the light turned on. "Sis."

Yelena hurried to the bedside, seeing Anne Hughes poking her head out from under the blanket.

"Did I wake you?"

Anne sat up, wearing a thin autumn shirt. She opened the third drawer of the bedside table, which Yelena saw was filled with snacks.

There were small buns, cookies, and a lot of milk.

"Anne is such a little foodie. Are you hungry?"

Anne took out a bottle of milk and two buns, handing them to Yelena. "You came back so late, you must be hungry. In the future, just take the food for yourself. I won’t let this drawer be empty."

Yelena looked at the items in her hand and hugged her sister tightly. "My little Anne is so thoughtful."

"Sis, did you drink?"

"Just a little, work-related socializing, can’t avoid it."

Yelena snuggled into the quilt, her heart starting to warm up. Some things will pass if you endure them. She’s sure she’ll wait for the day Heart Protection Peace goes public.

Time crawled slowly, the next half of the month felt like a year to Yelena.

At The Sovereign Club, the city’s noise was buried in crystal glasses filled with wine, mingling with some people’s most loved indulgence and then poured bit by bit into the mouths of hostesses.

Yelena emerged from a private room, her face flushed, quickly heading towards the restroom.

When Jasper Yale arrived, he saw a familiar silhouette quickly passing by.

Chester found Yelena still gagging, "Are you okay?"

Yelena shook her head, unable to speak, she pulled out a wad of cash from her thigh-length shorts and handed it over.

Chester glanced at it, pushing her hand away, "I really don’t understand you; this is extra money from the guests."

Yelena forced it into Chester’s hand. She had earned enough today and didn’t want to feed the greed of the man outside waiting for his cut.

"Chester, thank you for taking care of me so many times, saving me from difficult situations."

Chester accepted the wad of cash, pulling Yelena closer, "I want you to meet someone. All newcomers need to pay respects to this gentleman. He doesn’t come often, but then..."

Chester led Yelena forward, "Real aristocrats are nothing like those nouveau riche. If you please him, later you’ll be sitting beside him pouring drinks..."

As they approached the private room, a well-framed woman popped out. "Chester, I heard someone arrived in that room. Take me with you."

Chester didn’t even glance her way, "Get lost, your chest is sagging, the young master won’t like that."

Yelena was very sensitive, hearing the words ’young master’, she sobered up with shock. "Chester, who did you say he was?"

Chester walked a few paces over, knocking on the private room door.

"Young master."

"What’s... what’s his name?"

Chester swept her gaze over Yelena, "Bold enough to ask for his name."

After she spoke, she pushed the door open. Yelena wanted to turn and run, but Chester immediately dragged her inside.

"Young master, this is the newest girl, the top one, also the guests’ favorite."

Yelena was ashamed, burying her head in her chest, refusing to lift it.

The room was full of people, Jasper Yale alone stood out, both incongruous yet possessing a worldly allure.

Beside him, someone playfully taunted, "What do you mean by guests’ favorite? Favorite for what?"

Chester sincerely wanted to find a good path for Yelena, "At least take a look, such an attractive face, who wouldn’t be tempted?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Chester nudged Yelena’s arm, "Lift your head."

The man’s gaze shifted downward, clicking his tongue, "What a pair of good legs."

Jasper Yale really couldn’t believe there could be legs finer than Yelena’s.

His gaze barely swept past, first encountering a span of cold white skin; those legs were splendid, the shorts only covering the most private areas, even exposing the thigh roots.

A crack appeared in Jasper Yale’s gaze. "Look up."

Yelena still didn’t move.

The room grew silent, as she dared to treat Jasper Yale’s words as nothing. Even Chester grew anxious, "What’s wrong with you?"

Jasper Yale couldn’t help but sneer, "Do you want me to shout your name publicly? Hu——"

She lifted her head, her makeup applied face sultry and charming, Jasper Yale really didn’t see wrong, it was Yelena Hughes.

"How long has she been here?"

Chester saw Jasper Yale’s bad expression and answered cautiously: "Not long, a dozen days."

"Every day?"

"Yes."

"Doing what?"

Chester was somewhat puzzled, "Just accompanying the guests for drinks."

Jasper Yale felt a nameless rage, burning his nerves; looking at this, Yelena hadn’t come to run a news story, but to be a hostess?

Chester held Yelena by the shoulder, trying to pull her over, but her feet seemed nailed to the ground, unmoving.

A mocking look appeared in Jasper Yale’s eyes; she didn’t know how many men’s arms she had laughed in, why pretend to be so high-minded now?

"Come over here."

Yelena’s steps finally moved, walking to his side, where Jasper Yale held her wrist and pressed her onto the sofa.

She hurried to sit upright, fearing exposure.

Yelena actually hadn’t quite adapted to these clothes, placing her hands on her legs, trying to cover as much of herself as possible.

"Young master, do you know this girl?" Nearby, Young Master Quinn had a gossipy look on his face.

Jasper Yale took out a box of cigarettes, tapping the cigarette butt lightly against the box, "You have quite the cheek, why would I know a hostess?"

Yelena had already been adjusting her mindset, she was prepared to accept even the nastiest words.

"Exactly, young master has Nancy, a truly precious body, how can these drinking companions compare?"

Chester glanced at Yelena before forcing a smile to agree with them, "She’s just here to drink, doesn’t do other things."

"Really?" Jasper Yale coldly interjected, "Not willing to accompany, just because the money’s not enough?"

"Honestly no," Chester dared not be too obvious in protecting her, "She just wants to make a bit of small money."

Jasper Yale pushed the unlit cigarette to his lips, a probing gaze falling onto Yelena. "What’s your name?"

He’s not unaware, so what does asking mean?

Jasper Yale then lifted his lips upward, "Can’t be your real name, can it? How should I call you when I look for you in the future?"

Yelena struggled to open her mouth, "Little Qing."

"Hahaha—" Nearby, laughter erupted, "Little Qing, where’s Whit? Is there an Ian Hughes too?"

Jasper Yale’s face was cold, without a hint of smile, "This name won’t do, I’ll give you another."

"That would be great, to be named by young master is a blessing," Chester quickly chimed in.

Yelena’s heart tightened; what kind of name would he give?