A Night with Her Cruel Mate

Chapter 44 Cooking For Terence

Terence held Julia's hands with one hand, and used the other to violently tear her dress. She shivered at the cold air coming from the air conditioner.

"Terence, please, let me go..." Julia begged Terence again and again. She regretted provoking him.

In response, Terence scowled at her. The more aggrieved she looked, the more satisfied he felt.

"You don't want me to be like this?" he snarled as he pulled her hair and stared at her with cold eyes.

"You hurt me." Julia knew it wouldn't work, but she still resisted, her face turning pale.

"Hurt? A woman as wicked as you know what hurt feels like?" Terence ignored Julia's tears and cries. He was familiar with every sensitive part of her body. As long as he pushed her, she would willingly surrender to him.

Julia knew that Terence was doing this to insult her, but she couldn't control herself.

Terence suddenly stopped and looked at Julia's flushed body under him with disgust. "After so many years, you are still cheap."

Terence removed the last piece of cloth on her body, ready to release his anger. Lightning flash outside the window, followed by the rumbling sound of thunder. Inside, the room temperature continued to rise.

When Terence looked down at Julia, she was as pale as a sheet. Without thinking, he slapped her hard in the face. "Didn't you tell me that you would be a good sex partner? What did you mean by that? I don't think any man would want to sleep with you like this."

"Yes, I won't do that again." Julia hid her face in shame.

Terence was so ferocious this time that when they finished, Julia could barely walk on her own.

As she hugged her knees, she watched as Terence put on his clothes and left. Only then did she start crying bitterly on the bed.

Julia wanted to pack up her things and leave right now. But Terence tore her clothes and she had nowhere to go. She had to swallow her pride and stay at his villa.

Julia was sitting on the bed lost in thought when her phone started ringing. She looked at the screen and answered it.

"Julia, where are you?" Consuela demanded in panic. When she got home, she couldn't find Julia anywhere and immediately called her.

"I..." Julia stammered and looked around her. After a while, she decided not to tell her agent the truth. She didn't want Consuela to worry about her. "I sneaked out. I've caused you too much trouble already. I don't want to bother you anymore."

"What are you talking about? We're on the same boat,"

Consuela scoffed in anger. "Now that you've gone out, you won't be able to come home. There are still a lot of reporters outside my house. You should stay outside for a few more days."

"Okay." Julia nodded in agreement.

"Alright then. I'm hanging up," Consuela said before sighing heavily once again. "Take care of yourself."

"Consuela..." Julia softly cried out. "How's the meeting going? What did they say?"

Consuela was silent for a moment. But with a bitter smile, she promised, "Whatever happens, I will stand with you. Don't worry about this. I will do my best to find an immediate solution."

Julia noticed that Consuela dodged her question, concluding that the matter was not that simple.

'It caused such a negative impact to the company that I might be banished from the entertainment industry,' she thought.

Julia was so upset, she decided to turn her phone off.

Not knowing when she fell asleep, she woke up the next morning. She vaguely remembered that she had a nightmare, but after a pair of arms embraced her in her dream, she slept very well.

She found a pair of clean clothes neatly-placed on the bedside table. She looked at them and found that they were just her size. There was also a note with Terence's handwriting.

"There is food in the refrigerator."

His note was as concise as he was.

If this happened before, Julia would have been very moved by the gesture. But after enduring so many bad things, she learned to always expect for the worst.

How could a man like Terence be worried about her?

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Julia went downstairs to find that the fridge was indeed filled with food. She boiled a packet of instant noodles, and lay back down after consuming it.

Julia didn't bother to turn the TV on, fearing that she would only get overwhelmed by watching the news.

Later on, Julia cooked a bowl of instant noodles again. Just as she finished cooking, Terence arrived.

She looked at him as he entered the door. It felt as if he had been gone for a long time.

Before they had signed the divorced agreement, Julia would always cook a lot of food for Terence. But now... Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"You are back," Julia greeted him awkwardly. "Have you eaten?"

She wanted to slap herself. It was a stupid question. Terence had just gotten off work, how could he have possibly eaten?

She handed the noodles to him and said, "You can eat the noodles. I can make another bowl."

"You only eat these noodles?" Terence frowned at the bowl with disdain and looked at Julia. "Sherry told me that you used to cook a lot of dishes for me. But now..."

"Like you said, it was before." Julia dryly chuckled and smiled at him. "I was ignorant and naive before. I thought I could win your heart by cooking for you, but now I realize that nothing will ever satisfy you."

She pursed her lips before continuing, "Besides, I didn't expect you to come back either. It's good to eat the noodles anyway."

"I don't eat instant noodles." Terence grimaced. He placed the bowl down and crossed his arms. "Make some dishes for me."

"Now?" Julia blinked and wondered what was wrong with him.

"Is there a problem?" he arrogantly challenged.