A Night with Her Cruel Mate novel Chapter 45

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."

When Terence put his chopsticks 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 chores. Without a word, she washed the dishes.

At the time Julia stepped out of the kitchen, Terence was sitting on the sofa. He was holding his business pad, scrolling and typing.

She hinted that the man was doing something work-related. Quietly, she walked away and took steps going upstairs.

Walking to her bedroom, she couldn’t keep on thinking about their set-up. They were getting along as if they had been married for years. But it was clear to Julia that they had already signed the divorce agreement.

She reminded herself enough to keep herself awake and to not let herself be trapped in a relationship that she shouldn’t and couldn’t have.

It was pitch black, she lay in the bed without 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 made the bed shrunk a little as he lay down. His presence made her anxious that she didn’t dare to look behind her. She pretended that she was in a deep sleep.

After a while, Terence raised his hand and held her closer into his arms. Their bodies were pressing against each other. It made Julia much more nervous, she didn’t move at all.

Waking up from what 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 corner of her now empty bed, she felt nothing but sorry.

A day had passed. The sun was already 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 fingernails, she gathered the courage to contact him at last.