A Night with Her Cruel Mate

Chapter 45 The Smell Of Home

A short sigh escaped Julia’s lips. She walked away, stepped inside the kitchen, and started cooking. Water was dripping from the faucet while she was washing a handful of round, luscious red tomatoes, and two deep green cucumbers. In a bowl, she beat an egg and added a pinch of salt. The egg white was expanding while slowly mixing with the yolk. She then grabbed a sharp knife to cut a slab of meat and eggplant. Before preparing the vegetables and meat, she had already put a small pot of rice on the stove. After a quarter of an hour, the aroma of steaming rice occupied the kitchen. She finished cooking three dishes, an omelet with tomatoes, cucumber salad, and eggplant with meat. Everything was simple, yet fresh and mouthwatering.

At the table where Terence was sitting, he was watching Julia being in control in the pantry. He could see how busy she was.

She was moving swiftly, however, still maintaining her grace. Her knife skills were precise, he noticed. It was the first time Terence saw her cooking. 'She's pretty when cooking,' he thought.

Moving back and forth, Julia's bangs kept being untucked behind her ears. An impulse occurred to Terence to come forward and brush her hair out of her charming face. But he decided to hold it in and not to do it.

"All set. Let’s eat." Julia filled a bowl with rice for him. "I am in a hurry today, that’s why I only prepared basic dishes. Please, make do with them."

"Only a bowl of rice?" Terence asked, frowning at her.

"I’ll have the instant noodles I cooked a while ago. I’m not into wasting food," Julia answered indifferently. She had no appetite anyway.

Not uttering anything, Terence quickly snatched the bowl of noodles away from Julia. He stood up and poured them into the trash can. Already in his seat again, he said, "Have some with me. I bet everything you cooked is delicious."

A little astonished, Julia only stared Terence for a couple of seconds. She was wondering what he did that for.

However, she didn’t bother to question him anymore. As requested by Terence, she picked up her utensils and served herself small portions of each dish. After eating a few spoonfuls, she pushed her plate forward. "I'm already full."

down, Julia took it as a cue to stand up. She cleared the table by piling the plates, bowls, and utensils. It seemed like she was very familiar with doing house

sitting on the sofa. He was holding his business pad, scrolling and

doing something work-related. Quietly,

getting along as if they had been

to keep herself awake and to not let herself be trapped in a relationship that she shouldn’t

even bothering to turn on the lights. Exhausted after overthinking, she fell asleep. Being a light sleeper, she sensed that someone entered the room. She felt a warm skin brushing against her back. She knew it was Terence. His weight

arms. Their bodies were pressing against each other. It made Julia

felt like a sweet nightmare, she moved her hands all over the bed while her eyes were still closed. There was no one next to her. She opened her eyes and realized that Terence had already left. She pulled herself up. Sitting on the

setting, Julia still couldn’t stop thinking about the man who slept next to her. She pulled her phone from her purse and dialed Terence’s phone number. However, she hesitated to actually call him. Biting her

phone above the conference table lit up. It was in silent mode, but the screen kept on blinking. He took a glance and saw the caller ID. He couldn’t help smiling

just want to ask if you will come

in a meeting right now. Maybe. Just a little late, I

if that’s the case, I won’t prepare dinner for you then."

stopped her. "I said I’ll come back late,

a little when she finally understood what he meant. "Alright, you should go ahead and continue whatever

They couldn’t believe what they just

conversation earlier and

boss back into reality. "Mr. Chen, the marketing manager is waiting for your

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