A Night with Her Cruel Mate

"No, there's no need," Julia sneered and pulled away from Terence. "Shouldn't you go back to your new girlfriend? Why bother sending your ex-wife back? Maybe you don't even see me as your ex.

I don't need you to poke your nose in my affairs." Julia smiled bitterly.

It was obvious that Julia was very delighted when she saw Terence appear, wanting to thank him.

But for some reason, she hesitated just as she was about to mutter a thank you, and even mocked herself.

Terence looked at her with a cold and straight face. "I don't want to repeat myself a second time. If you don't mind people seeing you cause a scene, then I will carry you all the way to my car."

With a quizzical gaze, Julia asked, "What do you mean?" You divorced me yesterday. And now you came to help me and acted like a gentleman. Why? What's wrong? Are you feeling an inch of regret for signing those papers?

I'll tell you now that it's too late for any regrets." Julia pointed at Terence's nose and continued, "I'm single now, and there are a lot of men after me. It's of no use for you to regret."

Before she could utter another word, Terence swiftly scooped her up, and carried her on his broad shoulder.

As if he was carrying a sack, he dumped her in the passenger seat.

Julia struggled to free herself, but Terence was too strong and firm. She felt so powerless over him. Impatiently, he shouted, "Do not move."

He raised his head and gave her an exasperated look.

As soon as he looked up, their eyes locked. The space in the car suddenly felt cramped and an awkward silence filled the air.

Julia widened her eyes and looked away.

two of them first met, she was attracted to his dark and attractive eyes. It felt as if she were looking into a deep and bottomless abyss, not wanting to

apprehensive look, Terence couldn't help but flash

even realize that he was doing

securely, he drove to the house they had once called their home. He didn't

ride, frowning as she leaned against the passenger

her lovely face, wanting to remove

woke up, it was already morning. She looked around

the gaps of the window curtains. She reached out to rub her eyes and couldn't resist the excitement she felt when she found herself

the possibilities that were running through her head. She found her mobile

back the quilt and tried to get out of bed,

Terence

felt ashamed of herself even though

night's events were still playing in

her, wanting to be invulnerable. Instead, she felt a pang of sadness after what Terence

lips,

last night, so I decided to put them in the washing machine." Throughout their three-year marriage, Terence rarely came home during, let

was crying hysterically last night. He stayed by her

the morning, he left her side to answer a call from work. He didn't want to disturb her sleep, so he took the

door to find something to wear. She took a white shirt that belonged to Terence and slipped it

slim and smooth legs, outlining the silhouette

that she knew was that she couldn't stay here. She had to leave as soon as she found her clothes. Just

Terence.