Leon Sterling reached out and grabbed Hazel Sinclair’s hand. He pursed his lips and asked, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn into a bad guy if I get rich?"
Hearing this, Hazel Sinclair looked up, her sharp gaze landing on him as she raised a hand to his throat.
Her eyes fixed on him as her hand tightened around his neck.
"Leon Sterling, if you dare copy other men and get a mistress or a sugar baby, I’ll teach you the meaning of regret." Hazel’s dark eyes stared him down as she slowly issued her warning.
"I’ll divorce you. I’ll go back to the Sinclair Family and have them blacklist you until you can’t survive in Veridia."
"No, I’ll kill you. I’ll make you understand the price of cheating."
After saying her piece, Hazel Sinclair released him and immediately began to feel a pang of remorse.
’Was I too aggressive? I even talked about killing him.’
With that thought, she cautiously glanced at Leon Sterling, who was sitting beside her, trying to gauge his reaction.
But Leon Sterling was just rubbing his neck. Far from being scared at the prospect of being choked to death by Hazel Sinclair, he was thrilled. ’My wife cares about me!’
His lips curled into a slight smile, and a wave of excitement washed over him.
Looking at Hazel Sinclair beside him, he acted without thinking, reaching out to pull her forcefully into his arms.
"Hazel, you’re so good to me."
Leon Sterling said, lowering his head to plant a hard kiss on her cheek.
But a kiss on the cheek was no longer enough to satisfy him. Leon Sterling cupped Hazel Sinclair’s face and began to kiss her properly.
’My wife isn’t going to reward me? That’s fine. I’m a mature husband now. I’ll take my own rewards.’
Hazel Sinclair was so thoroughly kissed she could barely think. ’What does he mean, I’m good to him?’
’Choking him is being good to him?’
’This male lead’s special kink is getting more and more ridiculous.’
’Besides, I just squeezed his neck so hard he couldn’t breathe. Why is he so excited right now?’
Hazel Sinclair placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him away, but in Leon Sterling’s eyes, the gesture looked more like flirting.
’My wife is playing hard to get. She’s so cute.’
Leon Sterling planted two kisses on her neck, then looked up at Hazel Sinclair with eyes full of desire and asked, "May I?"
Kissed until she was breathless, Hazel Sinclair’s chest heaved gently. Annoyed by his question, she raised a hand and slapped his cheek.
"You’ve already kissed me like this, and you’re still asking for permission? If you don’t want to do it, then get lost." Hazel Sinclair shot him a vicious glare, her words sharp and fierce.
But getting slapped didn’t feel humiliating to Leon Sterling at all; instead, it only made him more excited.
’My wife agreed!’
’Looks like I’m getting an extra course tonight.’
Fueled by his excitement, that guy Leon Sterling pulled her along to try many things in the living room.
In the end, Hazel Sinclair couldn’t take it anymore and slapped him again. "You damn man, are you trying to work me to death?"
"I need to rest."
Leon Sterling held her, leaned down to kiss her lips, and asked with a grin, "Honey, let’s have a baby."
In the end, Leon Sterling couldn’t resist that wicked thought. He just didn’t want to divorce Hazel Sinclair and be separated from her.
He was just that malicious, wanting to use a child to tie Hazel Sinclair down.
’I’m a despicable, shameless person.’
"No," Hazel Sinclair refused without a second thought.
"Why not?" Leon Sterling asked.
"Raising a child is a hassle."
"It’s okay. I’ll take care of the baby, and we’ll hire a nanny," Leon Sterling said, kissing her again.
Leon Sterling loved kissing her. He also loved leaving his marks on her back.
It was a place only he could see, beautiful and exquisite. He could never admire it enough.
Exhausted, Hazel Sinclair gave in to his pestering and replied perfunctorily, "Fine, fine, we’ll have one."
"I’ve agreed, now get lost."
Only after Hazel Sinclair’s protests did Leon Sterling finally end their "exercise."
He gave her a bath, dried her hair, and laid her on the bed. The moment she hit the mattress, Hazel Sinclair rolled over and fell asleep.
Leon Sterling didn’t sleep. Instead, he went to the living room to clean up the mess.
After tidying up, he returned to the room and held her as they slept.
The next day, Hazel Sinclair’s eyes snapped open. She sat up, letting out a groan as her body ached all over.
’I can’t figure out what got into Leon Sterling last night. How could he get so excited after I choked and threatened him?’
’That level of excitement is honestly terrifying.’
She glanced at the time. It was already twelve o’clock noon.
Hazel Sinclair froze. ’Twelve o’clock?’
’I’m late for work!’
"Leon Sterling, I’m going to kill you!" Hazel Sinclair cursed as she struggled out of bed.
’He didn’t even wake me up! He just let me be late!’
’And this late, too. I’m so screwed.’
After she finished washing up and changed into clothes that covered the marks on her body, she picked up her phone. The moment she turned it on, a flood of abusive messages popped up, one after another. It was incredibly annoying.
Hazel Sinclair swiped them away, opened WeChat, and hurriedly found her supervisor’s contact.
[Hazel Sinclair: Supervisor, I’m late. I can cover the afternoon shift.]
[Supervisor: No need. Your man already called in for you.]
[Supervisor: Took the whole day off.]
Seeing these two messages, Hazel Sinclair, who had been rushing to leave, came to a sudden halt.
’He called in for me?’
’Why didn’t he tell me?’
She sat down at the dining table. Next to a glass of milk was a small note.
Hazel Sinclair picked it up. It was Leon Sterling’s handwriting.
[I already called in for you. Rest well today. I’ve applied your medicine. I’ll be back at noon to make you lunch.]
Even with her thick skin, Hazel Sinclair couldn’t help but blush after reading the note.
’Just apply the medicine. Why did he have to mention it?’
’So shameless.’
CLICK—
The door opened. Hazel Sinclair looked over and saw Leon Sterling walking in with a bag of fresh groceries.
"Just woke up?" he asked, glancing at the untouched breakfast on the table.
"Mhm..." Hazel Sinclair mumbled in response.
"Let’s eat something light today," Leon Sterling said to her.
"Whatever," Hazel Sinclair replied, leaning back with her new phone.
[Jill Kensington: I’ve got the info. It starts next Friday. You have eight days to prepare.]
[Jill Kensington: Get more money ready. You don’t want to end up worse off than you are now.]
Hazel Sinclair’s eyes narrowed as she read the message.
’Eight days left. I really do need to get my hands on more money.’
’Leon Sterling is broke, so I’ll have to set my sights on the Sinclair Family and Evelyn Kendrick.’
She thought for a moment. There was one more person she could fleece.
’Silas Hawthorne. Just sending him some useful information on Evelyn Kendrick can net me two hundred thousand. That’s practically free money.’
"I’ll make you a soup tonight to help you recover," Leon Sterling’s voice called from the kitchen. "How about a carrot, corn, and pork rib soup?"
"I remember you like that one."
Hazel Sinclair immediately retorted, "I want fig root chicken soup. Do you know how to make it?"
After replying to Leon Sterling, her hands flew across her phone screen as she typed.
[Hazel Sinclair: Chairman Hawthorne, I have new information. Interested?]