Lao Zi From An American School Was Raped By A Mixed-Race Daddy Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Jealousy — Whether You Become My Wife or My Slave Is Your…

Silence stretched through the car. As the streetlights flashed by, Rob felt a strange sense of relief when he failed to find any shimmering tear tracks on Josh’s face.

He gently rubbed Josh’s fingers with his thumb, offering warmth to those nimble, delicate bones.

“I’ll give you time. You don’t need to think too much; just focus on recovering.”

He offered the comfort almost in spite of himself, knowing full well that this liar didn’t deserve a single kind word. He told himself this was all for the sake of long-term progress—to make the liar willingly walk into the script he had written, all for the sake of revenge.

But Rob wasn’t stupid enough to believe his own lies.

He exhaled irritably and brought the car to a steady halt in the garage. Some medical equipment had already been delivered to the house in preparation for the upcoming examinations. A few doctors were chatting nearby while nurses began the disinfection process.

Josh walked into the room quietly, completing a series of basic check-ups under the instructions of the doctors and nurses. Blood samples usually required fasting, but given Josh’s current state of malnutrition and hypoglycemia, Rob refused to let him fast for more than eight hours. The doctor took a vial of blood now, taking advantage of the fact that he had already been on an empty stomach for six hours.

“Mr. Schneider, the results will be sent to your email as soon as possible. If there are any abnormalities, more detailed examinations will need to be completed at the hospital. The patient has suffered from a long-term lack of food and sleep and is in a high-stress environment. He needs rest and quiet.”

“Thank you.”

Rob glanced at the bandage on Josh’s burn as he spoke to the doctor. Josh remained silent from beginning to end, as if he were a passive, sickly child waiting for parental intervention. The family doctor and nurses left one after another, and a dinner was soon delivered to Josh.

Dinner took place in the small dining room connected to the open kitchen. The main courses were pan-fried fish and a Mexican stew. All the dishes had been prepared with reduced spice, but the aroma was still potent.

Rob watched Josh until the other man finally picked up his fork, only then pouring himself a glass of gin.

Josh took a few bites before realizing he was indeed hungry. However, his appetite was sated after only a small amount. With his plate still half-full, Josh stared at the pile of food and asked:

“Can I have a drink?”

Rob stared at him for a moment before getting up to retrieve a bottle of Barolo from the wine cabinet at the bar. He poured a small amount into a goblet, swirled it to let it breathe, and then placed it in front of Josh.

Josh wanted to say he wanted something stronger, like the gin Rob was drinking. But he guessed a sugar baby’s duty was to obey and enjoy what he was given, so he simply picked up the glass in silence.

Rob, however, seemed to read his mind.

“You can only have this. I’ve scheduled a gastroscopy for you this weekend. You’d better hope you haven’t worked yourself into a case of gastritis, otherwise you won’t be allowed to touch any alcohol at all.”

“I should thank you for your concern for my health, sir.”

Josh’s barb was considered submissive by his usual standards. Rob decided to ignore it and continued:

“You don’t need to worry about money anymore. I’ve put 500,000 in cash in your dressing room, and you can use the black card whenever you like. All your part-time jobs are to be stopped. I don’t want a repeat of what happened today. If you insist that working makes you feel fulfilled, I will arrange a position for you at the company with a normal salary and benefits, and I’ll handle your visa issues. In short, nothing is worth doing a humiliating part-time job for. You deserve better.”

Josh finished the red wine in his glass, guessing he wouldn’t be getting any more. He set the glass down and stared at the still-full plate, lacking any semblance of an appetite.

“By putting me in your company, is it that you don’t care if the employees and the media discover our relationship, or do you have excessive trust in your absolute authority as CEO?”

He asked, “Why did you say you were my boyfriend today? Why did you claim that identity in front of Yuanyuan and the others and hire them into the company? Why does my behavior make you so angry that you’ll stop at nothing to correct me? Your investment in me far exceeds my value. Is destroying me worth doing all this? Why does it have to be me?”

He asked every word with precision, hiding the tremor in his voice. The afterglow of that kiss was still burning in his veins. That irresistible power, something Josh had never experienced before, moved through his blood like a terminal disease, incredibly clear and tangible.

At that moment, Josh finally lost the clarity of a bystander. He realized that everything he had feared had come true.

He was the prey.

“You certainly remembered her name,” Rob said coldly, every word laced with ice.

“The possessiveness, attention, and obsession you show are unusual, sir. I don’t know what I should expect.”

Josh stared at his plate as he spoke. If he had dared to look up, he would have seen Rob’s face tighten at his words, the lingering anger and the shame of being seen through laid bare.

“You are expected to be an obedient, loyal sweetheart, not a flaunting whore.”

Rob stood up, the amber-gold gin trembling in his glass at the vibration of his deep voice. Josh’s knuckles turned white. He looked up at the tall man’s deep features and whispered:

“You want to use money and power to create a flattering slave.”

“Being too smart does you no favors, and being too beautiful makes it impossible for you to face this world alone,” Rob said cruelly. He paused, waiting for the jealousy and anger in his chest to subside slightly before softening his voice.

“I don’t want to lie to you; there’s no need. Whether you become my wife or my slave is your choice. Until then, I won’t do anything to your body. I expect it to recover, and I expect you to realize one thing as soon as possible: you have nowhere to run. So stop the useless struggling and learn how to get along with me, because this is the rest of your life.”

He paced to Josh’s side, his fingers lightly brushing over the old frostbite on Josh’s earlobe, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Finish your dinner, then go to the master bedroom to rest. You don’t need to guard against me; you only need to accept. This will save you a lot of time that you can use to recover.”

With that, he finally turned and left, giving Josh a precious moment of breathing room. Josh’s hand was unsteady as he picked up his fork again. It took two tries before he could force the food into his mouth. After swallowing it whole, he still couldn’t suppress the words rising in his throat:

“Schneider, you’re a chauvinist white pig, you know that?”

Rob’s footsteps paused, but he still disappeared from the dining room.

*

An hour later, Josh finished washing up and collapsed into the silk sheets with his hair half-dry.

Just as Rob had said, he didn’t bother guarding against his sugar daddy. It wasn’t because he had “seen the light,” but because he knew resistance was futile.

The moment he lay down, the lights in the master bedroom were dimmed. The screen in front of Rob emitted a steady blue light. Soon, the other man finished his work as well, and the entire room went dark, save for the dim light strip by the bathroom door.

The mattress shifted, and Rob’s scent coiled around him, completely enveloping Josh. The scent of the same shampoo intertwined. Rob used a towel to dry Josh’s half-wet hair, then adjusted his sleeping position and pulled the duvet up to his chin.

This level of meticulous control, if applied to a child’s guardian or a pet’s owner, would feel like heartfelt warmth. But because his actions were imposed upon another adult man with an independent will, it only made Josh feel bone-chilling horror.

Rob didn’t stop after finishing these tasks; instead, he wrapped his arms around Josh. They were entangled under the sheets like lovers, and the harsh, cold scent of sun and frost on Rob’s body overpowered the smell of the body wash, thoroughly surrounding Josh.

Josh frowned and endured. The freezing world of Boston was no place to live, yet only last night he had been smugly satisfied with a warm bed and a jacuzzi, completely unaware of how his mindset would change today.

It’s not that bad, he tried to convince himself once again.

Rob had exceeded expectations, but he couldn’t be without flaws. There had to be a reason behind his obsession; Josh just hadn’t discovered it yet.

Once he found the real reason, he would escape and take his revenge. Even if he couldn’t shake someone like Rob, he wouldn’t be a perfect victim.

He was exhausted, yet he couldn’t fall asleep. Rob held him so tightly there wasn’t a single gap between them. He was forced to pillow his head on a hot arm, letting Rob stroke the ends of his medium-length hair.

“You didn’t finish your dinner. Every meal is precisely balanced by a nutritionist according to your condition; nothing can be left out. If it happens again, you won’t be allowed to touch alcohol.”

As if knowing he wasn’t asleep, Rob spoke. Josh endured until his whole body was stiff to keep his breathing from becoming hysterical, but he still couldn’t hide the tremor in it.

He was shaking, unaware of what kind of sound he was making. Perhaps Rob was right about one thing: he was too weak, paranoid, and hysterical. He could no longer control his own body or emotions.

Perhaps he really did need discipline.

When he came to his senses again, he felt a coolness on his face and Rob’s warm thumb wiping away the tears.

He was crying?

Josh touched the corner of his eye in disbelief, feeling angry at his own loss of control. Rob pulled his hand down and wrapped his entire body into the duvet.

In the darkness, Josh felt the mattress lighten. He opened his eyes and saw the man’s broad silhouette leaving the large bed. Rob grabbed a blanket and lay down on the long sofa by the bed.

“…”

For a few seconds, Josh couldn’t understand why the man had left the bed. He tilted his face up to look at him and heard the man say:

“Sleep. I won’t touch you.”

Hearing this, Josh quickly fell asleep, even though he knew he was sleeping in a dragon’s nest and that the man hadn’t truly left.

*

Rob lay on his back on the sofa, staring at the dimly lit ceiling. The image of Josh weeping in his arms tore at his nerves.

Josh’s tears were something far too broken and soft, something absurd and surreal.

Rob couldn’t feel the pleasure of revenge. He attributed this to the fact that Josh knew nothing. It was just that the moment he saw those tears, he had been at a loss. He let go of Josh’s body and retreated to the sofa, just as he had the night before.

He began to suppress his own desire and sadistic urge for revenge again, like a dog that had been abandoned for years but still hadn’t forgotten its training.

Suppressed anger kept Rob awake all night. In the quiet room, he listened to the sound of Josh’s shallow breathing for the entire night.

The next day, after finishing his workout and shower, he went to the master bedroom’s dressing room to change. He turned around to see Josh wearing a large silk robe, his slender white hand propped against the metal frame of the dressing room. His bare feet were on the cold floor, and his bright black eyes looked over in panic.

Rob’s heart tightened. He dropped his coat and walked over.

“What’s wrong?”