Chapter 3 Treat Y*u Without Medication

Isla Sulivan was a very shrewd businesswoman and was always good at managing and controlling her emotions.

Even so, at that moment, she lost control and went mad pushing away Alex Cohen. She shouted harshly, "Son of a b*tch! Take a look in the mirror. You're a piece of trash who doesn't have ambition and who's willing to give up his dignity and face for money. Yet you still want me? Go live in your ridiculous dream!"

For Isla Sullivan, just thinking about having sex with Alex Cohen was disgusting, not to mention actually having sex with him!

Alex Cohen, who was poor for the 23 years of his life and humiliated for the past 3 months, had mastered the ability to control his emotions which were honed by his harsh reality. His control was much better than Isla’s. The main reason for that was because he had no money in his pocket, so he could not speak harshly. The grievances and anger he felt could only be suppressed in his heart.

To put it nicely, this was called a man's ability to bow and submit.

In essence, it was merely one word: wimp!

Now, Alex Cohen had the strength to fight back, but decided against it and pretended to be a wimp. He asked inquisitively, "Isla, even if it's a puppet, you should’ve found one that’s 10 times or 100 times better than me. Why don’t you...tear up the agreement and terminate our contract?"

"Tsk...I was wondering why you were so ballsy today! So you’re just deliberately provoking me? Alex Cohen, let me tell you. Although half a million is nothing to me, I won’t give it to you for free! You want to take the money and run? In your dreams!"

Isla was helpless. She obviously did not want to even look at Alex, but she had to maintain their relationship.

For one, she did not want Alex to get something without paying a price.

Secondly, it was already too late to find someone new.

As Isla thought of this, Xena Sanders called again, "Lala, is Alex home?"

Isla entered the bedroom, closed the door, adjusted herself, and as calm a tone as possible, she replied, "Yeah, he’s home."

"Then watch him and don't let him leave. Your father and I will be there soon. You two must finalize the divorce today. I’ve already contacted Jared Xavier this afternoon. He said that as long as you get divorced immediately, he's still willing to marry you and help our company get through this!"

"Mom, why do you have to force me?"

"I'm doing this for the family! Lala, don't be stubborn with me. You had two choices, either give us a grandbaby or let us earn more money. You chose to have a child, but you found a useless guy behind our backs. You're the one who blocked your own path, who else can you blame?"

Isla sat on her bed and anxiously pondered. As her eyes unintentionally swept over to the bedside table, she suddenly had a clever idea and quickly ran out to the living room. She called out to Alex.

"I promise you! As long as you cooperate with me to deal with Mom and Dad, I...will spend the night with you! What do you say?"

Alex frowned and replied, "I’m not asleep yet, but why am I in my dreamland?"

"I'm not joking! This is your one and only chance. The offer expires soon!"

"But you've missed the opportunity I gave you! If you still want my help, then you'll have to be in charge of all the chores from now on. In addition to spending one night with me!"

"Getting greedy now, aren’t you? Fine...I promise you!"

Isla's promise was pretty quick.

As excited as Alex was, he still felt that something was wrong...

Soon after, Xena Sanders and Isla's father, Victor Sullivan, arrived.

Xena Sanders was dressed in beautiful designer clothes. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and purposely used a thick foundation to smooth over the wrinkles on her face. She was nearly 50 years old and was no longer young, but she was already far down the road of “pretending to be young”. She particularly loved to buy luxury goods that had obvious branding. Her intention of showing off her wealth was apparent and she was just shy of branding her forehead with the words: I am rich!

This "noblewoman" stance of Xena made her firmly believe that Alex Cohen was not worthy of her daughter.

The reason why she gave Alex and Isla 3 months, aside from not wanting to completely clash with Isla, was that she thought Alex was not short and looked quite pleasant. He also graduated from a famous university, so his genes should not be that bad.

However, at noon when she heard from Isla that Alex had health problems and was not even qualified to be a "breeder", what was the point of keeping him?

After Xena Sanders settled down, she looked at Alex coldly and got straight to the point.

"When do you plan to divorce Lala?"

Alex casually responded, "Shouldn't you discuss this matter with Lala first?"

"I'm her mother and can make all the decisions for her! Alex Cohen, I'm not discussing this with you, but I'm giving you an ultimatum! If you know what's good for you, you should divorce Lala. If you're not sensible, I'll just have to go through the legal process. By then, you’ll not only get kicked out of my house, but you’ll also have to pay Lala compensation for the loss of her youth!"

"Then go ahead and sue me. As soon as I get the summons, I'll be on time in court. However, I suggest you find a lawyer to understand the relevant laws and regulations first. After all...the court is not run by you."

Xena did not expect that Alex had become so brazen that he did not even feel threatened.

Slap!

Xena, who was ridiculed, hesitated for a few seconds then suddenly slapped her hand on the coffee table.

"Alex Cohen, you're a piece of trash who can't see the big picture. How dare you talk back to me? Are you rebelling? It's true that you haven't committed any crimes, but just based on your lack of fertility, I can just kick you out of the house. Do you believe that?"

"Who said that? I'm in good health!"

"Oh?"

Xena turned her head and stared at Isla.

"I thought you said there was something wrong with him physically?"

Isla was caught off guard by the question, but fortunately, she was quick-witted and thought of her response in seconds.

"Mom, originally, he did have a bit of a problem. We were married for less than a month before he found out. He's been on medication for 2 months and was just cured. If you don't believe me, you can take him to the hospital for a checkup."

"Seriously?"

Xena looked at them suspiciously. She glanced back and forth between Alex and Isla.

Alex did not explain and lazily got up.

"You guys talk. I'm going to bed first."

Isla was generally satisfied with Alex's performance and was slightly relieved. However, when she saw Alex head towards the guest room, she got nervous and rushed over to tug on Alex's arm.

"I made the bed for my parents this afternoon, you don't need to worry about it!"

Alex pushed the door open and found the guest room had been tidied up. The bedspreads were all new and all his personal belongings were gone. Only then did he realize that Isla could do housework! He also figured out why Isla stopped him, so he did not say much and stepped into Isla's bedroom.

Isla returned to her original position and sat down. Once again, she made it clear to her mother that she was "absolutely not going to divorce Alex". She also promised to try and conceive a child as soon as possible. This time she took note of her past mistake and did not specify a deadline so that she could delay the matter.

Xena pondered for a long time and realized that there was no way to break the stalemate with Isla, so she had to think of another way and left in a huff.

Victor Sullivan did not say a word throughout and only heaved a long sigh of relief before they left.

Isla was also frustrated and entered the bedroom. She saw Alex lying on her bed and yelled, "Go back to your room!"

"Why should I? Aren't you going to spend the night with me? It's no use picking a date, so let's just do it tonight!"

The doubts in Alex's mind still existed. To avoid Isla going back on her word, the sooner Isla made good on her promise, the better.

Isla frowned. She was reluctant but finally agreed. She picked up a small bottle on the bedside table, poured out a small blue pill, and gave it to Alex.

"Eat this!"

"What is it?"

"Viagra."

"Isla, you're insulting me!"

"I don't want to regret it later! It's non-negotiable. Eat this or get out. Your choice!"

"You...fine, I'll eat it!"

Alex made a decision that was driven by primal impulses and did not even drink water. He just swallowed the pill and pulled Isla onto the bed, then followed the steps that he had fantasized about countless times. He did not know what had gotten into him, but he suddenly felt a little dizzy. His eyelids were getting heavy and felt like sleeping.

He was in the prime of his life and was still a virgin. This was a critical moment yet he felt out of reach!

Was there truly something wrong with...his body?

Alex was so frightened that he began to doubt his life.

Isla, however, suddenly revealed a cold smile. She pushed away Alex, who was lying on top of her, rolled over, and got off the bed. She then quickly adjusted her clothes and said, "Do you really think I'm willing to spend the night with you? Do you think you deserve it? Alex Cohen, I know you're not convinced, but you better keep your mouth shut and don't say anything you shouldn't to my parents. Otherwise, it’ll count as a breach of contract on your part!"

"Are you lying to me? Despicable! Shame on you! Isla, you're going to regret this!"

Alex finally realized that the little blue pill was not Viagra but a sleeping pill!

He was cautious enough, but he still got conned!

Isla did not take Alex's threat to heart. Instead, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Hey honey, didn't you say I haven't accompanied you for a long time? If you're free now, I'll come over to you right away...Okay, see you at the usual place!"

"You even have a boy toy?"

Alex and Isla were not a real couple, but he still could not accept this. His moment of anger sped up the drug’s efficacy, so he fainted...

The next day at noon, Alex woke up.

He did not see Isla at home nor did his calls to her get through, so he was ready to go to Sullivan’s office to find her.

As soon as Alex was done washing up, Hudson Lowe tagged him in the group so that he could watch a video. He clicked on the 30-second video that Hudson had just sent and found that it was Felix Moore arguing fiercely with Quinn Shetford in front of the office. It was so heated, almost to the point of breaking up.

Hudson tagged him once again and attached a sentence: having a friend like you was truly Felix Moore's sorrow!

Alex instantly guessed that Quinn had found out about the money Felix lent him when he looked at this frame!

The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt and immediately went over to Felix Moore...