Irina sent the doctor away, pinching her brow and taking a deep breath.
Calm down, isn't it just a stupid husband?
She closed her eyes and spoke coldly.
"Get dressed and get ready to go out."
Without lifting her eyes, she took her cell phone and dialed.
The fingertips tapped on the cell phone case little by little, divulging the dryness inside.
"Dr. Lee, do you still do psychiatry?"
...
Slater snorted suddenly as he surveyed the chilly-faced Irina.
Changing his position to lean on the bed, he was sultry from his eyes to his hair.
"Woman, helping me dress is a duty owed by a sugar daughter and an honor for you."
At the sound of movement, there was a momentary pause across the phone.
A cough erupted violently, forcing composure.
"Boss... And then be careful not to secondary stimuli..."
Irina gave him a warning sidelong glance, listening intently to the precautions.
Not bothering to tangle with Slater, he casually went into the checkroom and grabbed a hitched up suit.
Slater padded over to Irina's side and peered over her shoulder at the suit.
A classic black and white three-piece suit.
"Not wearing this one."
The man's tone was full of disgust.
On the other end of the phone, the doctor was talking about the appointment.
Irina didn't bother with Slater and gave him a look.
Hanging the suit toward the closet, she left the locker room herself.
Leaving Slater alone in it, the implication was clear.
Wear what you like, no more serving.
After about ten minutes or so, Irina hung up the phone.
There was a timely sound from the dressing room as well, and the man came against the light.
Slater was wearing a tracksuit with the logo of the clothing label faintly visible.
It seemed to be a trendy brand that had been a big hit many years ago.
The man's nearly five-foot-nine frame was sheathed in a decidedly smaller tracksuit.
Unorthodox.
Also deliberately concave a shape, pretending to be dashing leaning on the edge of the door.
On the small side of the bust taut out of the shape of the pectoral muscles, a short section of the top reveals a fine strong waist and abdomen.
And a little sexy.
"Still satisfied with what you see, woman?"
Irina's temples jutted with only a hasty glance.
Seeing her cold face, Slater stifled a laugh.
Suddenly stepping forward to close the distance between them, he hooked Irina's jaw.
An evil smile.
"It's useless if you're not satisfied, you can't escape me."
Irina took a deep breath and looked up and down carefully.
It always felt a bit familiar.
Raising her hand to knock off the hand clamped on her jaw, she spoke in a faint voice.
"Why did you have to wear this?"
A hint of tenderness crossed Slater's eyes as he stroked Irina's hair.
"Wasn't it you who said you liked me wearing it?"
When had he liked it himself?
Irina's eyes traced a spot of writing in one corner, pulling it up to take a look.
"Irina."
It was her own handwriting from high school.
The only picture the two had taken together at graduation, when Slater was wearing it.
Teenage spirited, sparkling in the sunlight.
His own genuine compliments on how good it looked.
At the time, Slater had insisted on signing the shirt himself, saying that everyone did.
Keep it as a souvenir.
Now it seemed that the shirt was clean, with only his own name on it...
Irina guffawed and looked the man up and down again, cursing with a laugh.
"Old cucumber with green paint, pretending to be young, huh?"
Peeking slightly sideways into the checkroom, she reclaimed the suit she'd started with.
Slapping it on Slater, the words were laced with laughter.
"Look good in this one, too."
The man smiled favorably, taking the suit for a few moments.
"Fine, wear what you like."
Slater slowly dressed, wrapped his arms around Irina's waist, and dropped a domineering kiss.
It was full of suggestive meaning.
"Fulfill your obligations as a sugar daughter and I'll give you anything you want."
"Your father's debts, wanted resources, favorite jewelry..."
His voice suddenly lowered, muffled and ambiguous.
"And... The child I'm so heavily invested in..."
God's fucking heavy-duty child ...
Irina restrained her lips from pulling back a smile, the amusement in her eyes changing instantly.
"Trying to skip safety measures? Heh, dream on."
Irina didn't want children for a while for career reasons.
The two had made it a strict rule from the beginning that they had to take precautions.
Seeing Slater raise an eyebrow, he was about to say something.
Irina grunted and laughed, tugging the man straight out the door.
"Shut up and hurry, go to the hospital."
It was understandable to be out of your mind, if you even forgot the principle rules...
I don't want this husband anymore, just throw it in the harmful trash can.
At the mental hospital, Slater leaned against the office door after doing a set of tests.
Drooping his eyes, he stared obliquely at Irina's concern for himself.
Irina and Lee stay in the office to discuss the condition.
Slater stared out in the direction of the office, finally remembering this Lee guy.
This person chased after his little sugar daughter in college!
How dare he pry him away!
"Look at this piece..."
The two looked at the same piece of film, heads together.
The words were interrupted by a loud bang, curling with a stream of air.
Seeing the two kissing and leaning together, Slater sneered.
Stepping forward and pulling Irina behind himself, he narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Looking Lee up and down, he spoke in a deep voice, his eyes contemptuous.
"Woman, remember your identity and stay away from other men."
"Take my money and turn around and find another sugar daddy, forget it!"
Slater was in the midst of the dryness of a possible red herring for his little sugar daughter.
Snapping over Irina's jaw, he swiped all the air from her mouth in an almost rough manner.
Kissing in front of bystanders, Irina struggled uncomfortably.
Meeting Lee's shocked eyes.
True or false? You're not in a marital relationship?
Irina blinked, her meaning clear.
He's sick in the head...
Seeing that Irina still dared to be distracted, Slater licked between his teeth in displeasure.
The tip of his tongue attacked everywhere, making its presence known.
Completely taking away all of Irina's attention until the person in his arms was too weak in the legs to stand.
Only then did he slowly release Irina with a muffled warning.
"Look at me, you're mine!"
Lee numbly put the piece away.
Feeling like a dog walking on the side of the road, he was kicked violently by the young lovers.
Against Slater's murderous line of sight, he shoved the information into Irina's hand.
Through a bashfulness that he was used to, he simply opened the door and sent it away.
"Go toss it outside."
Irina winked a little apologetically at Lee before she could say goodbye.
Slater's eyes flicked to catch a glimpse of his baby scowling at the dog man.
Instantly enraged, he pulled his lips and snorted, tugging Irina and forgetting to walk outside.
Slater's force was not small, tugging at Irina's wrists was painful.
She gave a small struggle, but instead of breaking free, she was gripped tighter.
"Slater, let go, it hurts."
Irina frowned and whimpered, her skin too delicate to be hurt.
Slater snorted coldly, did not look at Irina, still tugging her out.
What scene had he not seen before?
At the beginning of his parents, who were so in love with each other, at the beginning of the split.
Wasn't it also because his mother, took one more look at the extra man?
He was different from his father, he would never let go.
The pain in her hand continued to pile up, and Irina bit her lip.
Swinging her hand violently to the side, she slammed Slater's hand against the wall.
"Irina!"
"I said I hurt!"
A ring of red marks was evident on Irina's wrist, stabbing straight into Slater's eyes.
Slater fixed his eyes on Irina and stopped his original words in a hushed voice.
Finally releasing Irina's hand, he gently swept the person outside.
"I'll clean you up later!"
Slater got into the car and went straight to the passenger side, sweeping Irina a glance.
There was still unfinished fire in her eyes.
"To the office."
Company...
Irina's heart skipped a beat.
It would be the end of Wrecking Crashing's brain and making mistakes in handling the work.
Once the news leaked, it wasn't as simple as a drop in stock price...
Thinking in her heart, Irina rubbed her wrist while doing so.
Deliberately revealing stinging red marks.
Looking diagonally at Slater, she slowly seduced.
"Is it okay if I go to the office to keep you company?"
Slater first froze, and then his gaze suddenly darkened.
Since Little Sugar's daughter took the initiative to apologize to herself, she also wanted to go to the company to play some new tricks.
It was a deliberate attempt to please himself, so he really did know that he was afraid.
Satisfied, he dropped a kiss on Little Sparrow's forehead, revealing an imperative smile.
"Not bad, woman. Pleasing me is the only way out for you."
"Don't go against me, don't try to rebel against me."
Irina's toes buckled and her scalp tingled.
Help...
There was no need to look up to know that Slater had the standard evil grin on his face.
With a curious inquisitive spirit, Sincerity spoke up.
"Will you only call me 'woman'?"
He grunted, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes as he deliberately lowered his voice.
"Other presidents are called little lover, sweetheart..."
Internationally renowned movie queen Irina, expression management completely out of control.
The whole person suddenly sat up straight and opened her mouth sharply and coldly.
"No, thanks."
Little Sugar's daughter's shyness was adorable.
Slater licked over his lower lip, his tone contained a seductive coaxing, and the end of his eyes were hooked with confusing winks.
"Sure, I'll call you baby if you like."
Irina silently opened the window all the way, a gust of wind sweeping through the car.
Slater frowned and closed his side of the window, his eyes holding disbelief.
"Are you hot?"
Irina's eyes were indifferent, devoid of sadness, her tone numb.
"The smell of grease in the car is a bit heavy, so open the window to get some air."