It was dinnertime. Emelia had promised Grandpa Hughes to cook for him tonight. It would be the last time for them to have dinner together.
Julian gazed at her gloomily. She saw the tea leaves on his suit. It seemed Grandpa had smashed tea on him.
After entering the kitchen, he dragged Emelia away in silence. The latter was shocked. She struggled and asked, “What are you doing?”
Julian gripped her wrist tightly. He snarled through his clenched teeth, “Emelia Jones, you’ve become so capable. How dare you tell Grandpa you want to divorce. Don’t you know he’s ill?”
Emelia tried to pull her hand back. “I just thought it was necessary to inform Grandpa since we would divorce soon. I don't care if you think I’m making trouble.”
The servants had left as soon as Julian entered here. They were alone in the vast kitchen.
Julian looked at her stubborn and indifferent face, anger surging in his heart.
He tried to drag her out of the kitchen, but Emelia struggled desperately. “What on earth do you want?”
Julian suppressed his rage and glanced at her. Suddenly, he curled up his lips into an evil smile. “Do you wish to do it here?
“Okay. I’ll make your wish come true.” As he spoke, he raised a hand to unbuckle his belt.
Emelia paled, glaring at him in disbelief. “Are you nuts?”
In the past, when she occasionally lost her temper on him, he seemed indifferent to it, but later, he would torture her violently in bed.
Right now, he looked exactly like he was gonna be rough to her.
Julian pressed her against the kitchen door. Emelia struggled with reddened eyes. “Let go of me!”
He pressed from behind and said in a cold tone like a demon from Hell, “If you want everyone in the house to hear what we are doing now, just keep yelling. I don’t think others will dare stop me. After all, we’re still married now.”
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