Chapter 2The Doctor and the Dress

Maybe it was the effect of the medicine, but I slept very soundly this time. When I woke up again, it was already 4 a.m.

I habitually picked up my phone to check if there were any messages from the work group, but I saw a selfie sent by Chloe two hours ago.

In the photo, Chloe was sitting on the sofa in a low-cut maid outfit, the red marks on her neck still clearly visible.

Behind her sat Julian, frowning slightly at the desk, reading the documents in front of him by the light of a warm yellow desk lamp.

"Vivian, isn't Julian handsome when he's working?"

I suddenly felt my stomach churning.

Julian was indeed working overtime, but he also asked Chloe in a maid outfit to accompany him.

Now Chloe was provocatively making me a part of their play.

I struggled to run to the bathroom and threw up, hugging the toilet until there was nothing left to throw up, just dry heaving.

My stomach hurt badly.

After a long time, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.

It wasn't much different from five years ago, but in order to look better on camera when getting married, my originally round face began to have sharp edges.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Julian rubbed his temples wearily:

"Why didn't you prepare anything to eat today?"

He looked at my face and softened his tone:

"I'm hungry, make me a bowl of egg noodles."

In the past, whenever I wasn't working the night shift, I would definitely have delicious food ready before he came in.

But he had many social engagements, and the food was always heated and cooled, cooled and heated, until it lost its original taste.

I wouldn't wait for him to come home eagerly anymore.

I turned to look at Julian. His shirt was loosely hanging on his body, and a few buttons were wrongly fastened. He leaned against the doorframe, looking like he was about to drop dead at any moment.

In the past, I would definitely feel distressed that he didn't cherish his body, distressed to death.

Now I turned a deaf ear, turned sideways, and went out to lie back on the bed.

Julian looked dissatisfied, strode to the bed and looked down at me:

"Vivian, how long are you going to make trouble?"

"I work myself to death every day just to give you a happy home, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"When I come home after working overtime at night, I just want a bowl of hot noodles, but you don't want to make it, what else can I expect from you?"

I was puzzled by his self-righteousness and sneered:

"President Julian has such a big face, working overtime needs a maid to serve."

"Actually, there's no need to be so sneaky. Before the wedding, I can make room for her at any time."

Julian looked at me in disbelief, his eyeballs about to pop out.

"Vivian, let me say it one last time, Chloe and I are just in a superior-subordinate relationship. It's just that she is hardworking and motivated, so I take care of her more."

"People still know how to think of ways to make me happy. What about you? You are suspicious all day long, like a resentful woman in a boudoir."

I have to say that Chloe's monthly salary of 8,000 yuan is still too low.

In the company, she not only has to work like a cow and a horse, but also serves as a mistress to provide emotional value to the boss. Even 80,000 yuan is worth it.

I didn't argue with him like before, and sneered:

"Say whatever you want."

My indifferent attitude made Julian's anger seem like it hit a ball of cotton.

He took a few deep breaths before barely calming down:

"Vivian, I'm very busy and don't have time to coax you all day long. This time, I'm generous and won't argue with you. If there is a next time, I won't be so easy to talk to."

With a "bang", he slammed the door and left again, but I didn't care where he went.