Terence held Julia's hands with one hand, and used the other to violently tear her dress. She shivered at the cold air coming from the air conditioner.

"Terence, please, let me go..." Julia begged Terence again and again. She regretted provoking him.

In response, Terence scowled at her. The more aggrieved she looked, the more satisfied he felt.

"You don't want me to be like this?" he snarled as he pulled her hair and stared at her with cold eyes.

"You hurt me." Julia knew it wouldn't work, but she still resisted, her face turning pale.

"Hurt? A woman as wicked as you know what hurt feels like?" Terence ignored Julia's tears and cries. He was familiar with every sensitive part of her body. As long as he pushed her, she would willingly surrender to him.

Julia knew that Terence was doing this to insult her, but she couldn't control

ly eaten?

She handed the noodles to him and said, "You can eat the noodles. I can make another bowl."

"You only eat these noodles?" Terence frowned at the bowl with disdain and looked at Julia. "Sherry told me that you used to cook a lot of dishes for me. But now..."

"Like you said, it was before." Julia dryly chuckled and smiled at him. "I was ignorant and naive before. I thought I could win your heart by cooking for you, but now I realize that nothing will ever satisfy you."

She pursed her lips before continuing, "Besides, I didn't expect you to come back either. It's good to eat the noodles anyway."

"I don't eat instant noodles." Terence grimaced. He placed the bowl down and crossed his arms. "Make some dishes for me."

"Now?" Julia blinked and wondered what was wrong with him.

"Is there a problem?" he arrogantly challenged.