A Night with Her Cruel Mate

Terence suddenly felt like his woman was coveted by other people.

That wasn’t at all a nice feeling. In fact, it made him very uncomfortable.

"If you’re worried about her, you can just go there and check on her," said Nelson. He and Terence had grown up together ever since they were nothing but children. He knew almost everything about Terence, including what happened between Terence and Julia.

He could tell that Terence had feelings for Julia; it was just that Terence refused to admit it.

"She’s just a defenseless woman. It isn’t safe for her to get drunk in a bar like this," Nelson said. "No matter you like her or not, she’s still your wife..."

"She isn’t!" Terence grumpily cut him off. Even after hearing what Nelson said, he had no intention of going to Julia. "We’ve signed our divorce papers last night. From that moment on, she’s just a stranger to me.

Besides, I don't want to have a wife who can't even behave herself. It’s a common knowledge that a bar isn’t a safe place for a lone woman—she should’ve known better than to come here to drink alone."

'And in such a revealing dress at that,' he thought.

"You are as stubborn as a mule." Nelson heaved a deep sigh.

Terence grasped Nelson's arm and said, "Didn't you say you want to drink? Let’s drink then. Why on earth are you wasting your breath to speak on her behalf?"

Terence originally thought that he would be much more at ease after Julia signed the divorce papers, but things didn’t go as he wished. Now, her indifferent expression always emerged in his mind every time he closed his eyes.

He even began to wonder if she’d made herself sexually available for other men.

environment that only very few women in that circle could stay faithful to one man. Although he looked calm on the surface, all kinds of speculations already started to bud in his mind. Maybe, she had treated her body as an instrument that she could

a sharp pang of pain pierce through his chest. The mere notion that she might’ve had sex with countless men

deserved

he didn’t stop drinking. Nevertheless, every joke his friends made seemed to never enter his ears. He sat quietly with a bottle of wine in his hand. His mind had

the other side of the bar, Julia’s situation wasn’t much better—she was practically completely intoxicated. She staggered to her feet but then tripped over a cocktail table. Just

saw the face of an unfamiliar

was the indulgent type at a glance. Presumably, he was either a man looking for a sugar momma or a man who liked to have affairs outside. In

me drive you home." He’d noticed Julia from the moment he entered the bar. In this bustling place, she sat in the corner and drank by herself as if she was trying to drown her sorrow. She looked beautiful, lonely, and sad. Such a fragile

around talked and fantasized about her, but no one dared to step forward. Since none of them

a woman a miss. After all, she was the most ravishing woman

Julia said through gritted

queasy and tense, but he pretended to

me with those high-sounding words. Go convince other girls." Julia struggled to get free and tried to push the man away. However, her drunkenness made her whole body limp, and the man clamping on her waist must be about six feet tall at the least. In front of him, her current strength was

I’ve fallen in love with you the moment I laid my eyes on you. I guess this must be the so-called love at first sight," the unknown man whispered in her ear. His hold

off! Take your hands off me now!" Julia finally lost her temper. "Let

like this happen all the time here. How many people do you

make you forget your trouble and feel comfortable

paying attention. However, he swiftly caught her back and

Julia, who no longer cared about being recognized,

a little disagreement tonight. She’s throwing a tantrum and refusing to go home. Sorry for the ruckus..." The man smiled apologetically at

temper. He stopped pretending to be a