Hazel Sinclair put away her phone, then picked up a strawberry and popped it directly into his mouth.
"Alright, don’t be angry."
"I’ll just watch it behind your back next time," Hazel Sinclair said, trying to comfort him.
Hearing that she was still going to watch them, Leon Sterling’s chest heaved. He finally took the strawberry and bit into it fiercely.
He set the strawberry stem aside, picked up his chopsticks, and continued eating with his head down.
Seeing him remain silent, Hazel Sinclair realized this man was getting harder to coax.
’But who is she? The renowned drama queen, Hazel Sinclair. The fact that she was even willing to coax him a little should have been enough for him to get over it.’
’What’s with the silent treatment?’
Hazel Sinclair stood up, grabbed his wrist, and snapped impatiently, "I said I won’t watch it in front of you next time. What more do you want?"
"Why are you sulking at me?"
"If you keep this up, I’ll hit you." As she spoke, she raised her hand, feigning a slap.
After her little performance, Hazel Sinclair couldn’t help but complain to herself inwardly.
’Damn it, why do I keep dancing with death like this?’
’I’m really pushing his buttons again and again. I’m terrified that one day I’ll really piss Leon Sterling off, and he’ll start beating me, or worse, dismember me.’
The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. Hazel Sinclair lowered her raised hand and tried to pull back the hand gripping his wrist.
The moment she loosened her grip, Leon Sterling immediately grabbed her hand.
His dark eyes stared at her, and his magnetic voice sounded, "Didn’t I tell you?"
"If you want to watch something, you can come to me."
"I will satisfy all your fantasies."
Hearing this, Hazel Sinclair gave a dry laugh. "You don’t know how to dress up in costumes. You can’t do what they do in the videos."
"I can," Leon Sterling said, looking at her. "As long as you want me to, I can learn."
Hazel Sinclair was completely stunned by his words.
’A future tech mogul... surely he wouldn’t go this far for her, right?’
But since he had offered, Hazel Sinclair had no reason to refuse.
"Sure, you can learn from the videos and film one for me later," Hazel Sinclair agreed with a grin.
"Mm, so you’re not allowed to watch anyone else."
As Leon Sterling said this, the possessiveness flaring in his eyes was almost frightening. He couldn’t stand the thought of Hazel Sinclair’s beautiful eyes looking at other men.
She could only look at him.
That was a difficult request, so Hazel Sinclair gave a noncommittal agreement.
They sat down and continued eating. After eating until she was mostly full, Hazel Sinclair put down her chopsticks and said, "I’m full. You can finish the rest."
She ate a few more strawberries, then handed the rest to him. "You finish these, too. If you can’t, just put them in the fridge."
With that, she took her phone and walked over to the sofa. Leon Sterling looked at the food in front of him and silently lowered his head to wolf it down.
When the juicing was done, Leon Sterling got up, washed a glass, poured her a cup, and placed it on the coffee table.
After doing all this, Leon Sterling went back to eating.
Halfway through his meal, his face fell when he heard what Hazel Sinclair said.
"Leon Sterling, what do you think about me getting a job?"
"I can’t just keep lazing around all day."
’It really isn’t a solution. I can’t get used to being waited on. If I do, I won’t be able to adjust after I fake my death and run away.’
’If I’m coddled by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism for too long, what if I can’t adapt after I leave?’
Thinking this, Hazel Sinclair sighed internally. ’I really wasn’t destined to live a life of leisure.’
’That palm reader was right after all. I’m fated to a life of hard work.’
"I don’t agree," Leon Sterling rejected her idea with extreme seriousness.
His voice was cold and stern, and Hazel Sinclair felt an inexplicable chill.
’Is this man angry?’
"If I don’t get a job soon, I’ll lose touch with society. I don’t have any money either. What will I do after you divorce me?" Hazel Sinclair sat up straight and began to argue her case.
But Leon Sterling stared at her with unblinking dark eyes and said with the utmost gravity, "You won’t lose touch with society, and I won’t divorce you."
"All you need to do every day is stay home, wear pretty clothes, and put on beautiful makeup. If you get bored, you can come with me to the street stall."
"Of course, if you come with me, you’ll just sit there and watch. You won’t have to help."
"You are Leon Sterling’s woman. As my woman, you should be kept at home, well-fed and well-cared for by me."
Hazel Sinclair was utterly flabbergasted. To think such words could actually come out of a man’s mouth.
It was a complete shock to her system.
’The original owner actually managed to find such a top-tier man? Or maybe wealthy women just have a killer instinct for judging character.’
Although she was shocked, Hazel Sinclair still chose to stomp all over his pride.
"You’ll provide for me?" Hazel Sinclair scoffed. "You’re so poor right now it’s hard to look at you, and you want to provide for me."
"Buddy, can you please face reality? You’re not an overbearing CEO anymore, and I’m not the young lady of the Sinclair family."
"How this marriage ends is completely up to your conscience. If you make a comeback, you’ll definitely kick me to the curb and find someone else."
"What am I supposed to do after you’ve made me useless and then dumped me? Do you want me to die a miserable death on the streets?"
After her tirade, Hazel Sinclair opened her phone and downloaded a job-seeking app.
As she did this, Hazel Sinclair was crying dramatically in her heart. ’Damn it! I’m just not fated for a life of luxury!’
’I’ve already transmigrated into a book, and I still have to be a wage slave. I really hate this!’
Leon Sterling gripped his chopsticks tightly, his head lowered in silence.
No one knew what he was thinking, but his handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
After cleaning up and showering, they were lying in the same bed. Leon Sterling, still not giving up, asked, "Are you really going to go out and work?"
"Yeah," Hazel Sinclair nodded.
’Born to be a beast of burden, how could I refuse to return to the stable to toil?’
"Who provoked you?" Leon Sterling was beginning to suspect that someone at the Sinclair family’s home had upset her.
’She was perfectly fine staying at home before, acting cute with me every day, and even sometimes running over to help me. How did she become like this after one trip to the Sinclair residence? Does she really have to get that job?’
"I may be poor now, but I still have more than enough to provide for you. You really don’t need to go out and work," Leon Sterling said, grasping her hand with great sincerity.
"I will be responsible for you."
Hazel Sinclair could see it now. Her getting a job was like taking half his life; it even made him become more talkative.
"You’re so annoying. Other husbands wish their wives would work three jobs a day. You don’t want me to make money?"
"I don’t," Leon Sterling refused sternly.
’Those men have no shame, but he does.’
’Letting his own wife go out to work... what kind of man does that make him?’
"System, is there a hole in his brain or something!" Hazel Sinclair had no other choice but to ask the system.
The system replied: [He’s a male chauvinist. He can’t stand seeing his own wife go out to work.]
[Just go get the job. Make him lose face, and then he’ll get tired of you.]
Hearing the word "annoyance," Hazel Sinclair remembered slapping him today. She asked, "What’s his annoyance level for me right now?"
[Still 0.]