The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 95: Could You Please Show Me Some Respect?

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Could You Please Show Me Some Respect?

Yelena Hughes’s heels were too high; she could barely stand, and now she was almost nestled entirely in his arms.

The man’s breath fell heavily and teasingly on her ear, and her ears gradually turned red.

His arm tightly gripped her waist, almost enough to snap it with one hand.

Yelena Hughes held his fingers, applied a bit of pressure, and his hand moved away from her mouth.

Immediately after, the force around her waist also loosened.

Yelena Hughes turned, leaning her back against the door of the room, and looked at the man with a slight smile. "Master."

"Who’s joking around with you? Besides, do you have the face to joke in front of me?"

"It’s my fault for lying to you, it won’t happen again."

"Yelena Hughes, you’d better straighten out this time first." Jasper Yale took two steps in, and Yelena Hughes reached for the doorknob, wanting to leave.

"I advise you not to run. If I were you, I would lock the door."

Yelena was a bit afraid of him, afraid that this master would make a move on her regardless of the circumstances.

"This room, people might come in at any time. If you lock it, they’ll just move on to the next one."

Yelena thought to herself, who would believe that?

Just as she thought that, someone twisted the doorknob open, and if she hadn’t been standing behind the door, the person outside would have come in directly.

"Oh dear," a woman’s voice came through the door, quite spirited, "why are you in such a rush, let’s talk inside."

Yelena hurriedly pushed the door shut with force, fumbling to lock it while anxiously calling out.

"Someone’s in here!"

"Try another room." The woman knocked on the door before leaving, "Have fun."

She almost couldn’t stand anymore, leaning against the nearby wall; Jasper Yale sat down on the sofa, raising his eyebrows slightly, staring at her as if interrogating a criminal.

"It’s only been two days, and you’ve become Shawn Thorne’s woman."

"No, he’s lying."

Jasper Yale beckoned to her with a finger, "Alright then, let’s verify."

Yelena Hughes, with her pure thoughts, couldn’t withstand the suggestive tone in Jasper Yale’s words.

"Verify?"

"Shawn Thorne says you’re his woman. I know his measure; he can’t control his lower half. Come on, let me see."

Yelena Hughes stood where she was, not moving, her face showing hidden anger, "Master has said before, Master Thorne doesn’t fancy someone like me. I can’t possibly be his girlfriend, and he hasn’t touched me."

How could he?

Drag her into a room, demand she undress, and she has to comply?

If he really wanted to watch so badly, he could go home and watch his Miss Alden.

"And even if Master Thorne really did touch me, it shouldn’t concern you, right?"

Yelena Hughes was already exhausted dealing with Shawn Thorne, but this master?

He’s even more troublesome because he’s unpredictable, and he prefers to act irrationally, leaving one defenseless.

The air in the room grew thinner, and from Jasper Yale’s face, Yelena Hughes realized she might have said something wrong.

In the hall, Shawn Thorne was looking everywhere for a glimpse of Yelena Hughes.

He just didn’t believe, in such a short time, she could have escaped anywhere?

At this point, someone noticing his anxious expression quickly approached him. "Master Thorne, are you looking for the lady you brought?"

"Have you seen her?"

"I saw her, but..."

"Speak less nonsense; where is she?"

The man leaned in and whispered, "I saw her being taken away by the master, dragged off quite fiercely."

Shawn Thorne’s face darkened, "Where was she taken?"

"I’m afraid to say, if it weren’t for your anxious look, I..." Who would dare offend Jasper Yale?

Shawn Thorne grabbed the man’s collar, "Enough nonsense, lead the way!"

The man, trembling with fear, regretted his meddling; he really should’ve stayed out of it.

He led Shawn Thorne to the tightly closed door, pointing to it, "In there, just don’t say I told you."

The man ran off swiftly, and Shawn Thorne stared at the door, his expression turning colder by the moment.

No matter how capable Jasper Yale was, this was too much.

He stepped forward and pressed the doorknob.

It was locked from the inside.

Shawn Thorne pressed his face to the door, hearing voices from within, but couldn’t make out the words.

From outside, a string of footsteps approached, followed by a loud thud against the door.

Yelena Hughes was pressed against the door by Jasper Yale, the noise nearly deafening Shawn Thorne.

"Master, please don’t."

Jasper Yale disliked being contradicted, especially by women.

He slipped his hand through the gap at her waist, shifted Yelena Hughes’ long hair to expose her graceful neck.

As the man buried his face in, he sucked hard.

Yelena Hughes struggled slightly, causing the door to wobble, Jasper Yale squeezing her waist, "I just don’t like your resistive demeanor. What, I gave you a million bucks in such a short time, and I can’t even kiss you?"

"Master, there are people outside."

"I don’t plan to have you," Jasper Yale twisted her arm behind her, "say one more word, and I’ll take you to the hallway!"

"Can’t you... show me a bit of respect?"

Hearing this, Jasper Yale eased his grip slightly, but his mouth showed no mercy.

He left a mark on her carotid artery, then quickly moved his lips to Yelena Hughes’ shoulder.

It was truly itchy and painful.

Jasper Yale’s words further humiliated Yelena Hughes.

"Such tender skin, not suitable for rough treatment."

Outside, Shawn Thorne’s face alternated between green and pale; he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The sound of a lighter striking transmitted swiftly into Yelena Hughes’ ears.

She shrank her shoulders suddenly, "Someone’s there."

What difference does it make if there is? Even if someone was watching inside, Jasper Yale wouldn’t flinch.

Shawn Thorne bit on the cigarette, snickering coldly.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

In this circle, everyone had each other’s contact. Shawn Thorne sent a video request to someone, who picked up promptly.

"Hello, what’s up?"

Shawn Thorne aimed the phone at the door, knocking twice with his other hand.

"Miss Alden, your man is inside, stealing my woman."

The book in Nancy Alden’s hand fell next to the wheelchair, "Shawn Thorne, don’t talk nonsense."

"How am I being untrue? Let me ask you, is Jasper Yale by your side?"

Nancy Alden stared straight at the door, unwilling to believe, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."

"What’s the use of avoiding it? Why don’t you come and see for yourself? I’ll block the door; they can’t get out."

Saying so, Shawn Thorne pounded the door hard again, "Yelena Hughes, come out!"

His ruckus was bound to attract onlookers.

Already, several people were coming over, "Master Thorne, what’s happened?"

Shawn Thorne swallowed the smoke, half of the ash still on the cigarette, "Someone saw my date being dragged into this room. By the way, has anyone seen the master?"

Everyone exchanged glances. "No, haven’t seen him."

Shawn Thorne pointed the camera at himself, "Miss Alden, are you coming or not? If you hesitate any longer, not only will they finish their business in there, but they could have a few more rounds, do you believe that?"

The hands on Yelena Hughes’ body let go; she glanced at Jasper Yale’s expression.

His eyes were dark as night, almost devil-like.