Chapter 8 If You Are Willing To (2/2)

”Since when did you become so reserved?” Terence uttered in a dispassionate tone. Last night's

events were still playing in his mind, and he clearly remembered how unrestrained Julia was.

Julia gripped the quilt tightly around her, wanting to be invulnerable. Instead, she felt a pang of sadness after what Terence had just said.

”Where are my clothes?” Julia bit her lips, anxious with the response that she would get.

”You vomited on them last night, so I decided to put them in the washing machine.” Throughout their three-year marriage, Terence rarely came home during, let alone stay in the same room with Julia.

However, Julia was crying hysterically last night. He stayed by her side, not wanting to leave her in such a horrid state.

In the morning, he left her side to answer a call from work. He didn't want to disturb her sleep, so he took the call outside, not expecting her to be awake once he came back.

Julia bit her lip and opened the closet door to find something to wear. She took a white shirt that belonged to Terence and slipped it over her head. It was big enough to cover her hips.

Terence fixed his eyes on Julia's slim and smooth legs, outlining the silhouette of her slender figure under the shapeless white shirt.

Julia was unaware of what was going on in Terence's mind. All that she knew was that she couldn't stay here. She had to leave as soon as she found her clothes. Just as she was about to leave the room, he grabbed her arm.

Julia winced and frowned at Terence. ”You're hurting me,” she complained.

”I'm hurting you?” Terence briskly tore Julia's shirt and threw it on the floor. Stunned, she quickly covered her breasts and shouted, ”Are you insane?”

Without answering, Terence lowered his head and kissed her forcefully. All of his anger and frustration sealed in his kiss. Julia shuddered as he covered her soft body, the smell of blood lingering in her mouth.

The room was so cold, she couldn't stop herself from shivering.

With all the strength she could muster, Julia pushed Terence away. ”What the hell are you doing?”

She was fuming in anger. How lowly he must think of her, doing such impertinent things. Was she just a bed partner?

”Don't tell me you're not enjoying this.” With a sneer, Terence grabbed Julia's arm. ”You dressed like that and expected me not to react the way I did? You were seducing me.

I will give you whatever you want today.”

”No, that's not—” Before Julia could finish, Terence pushed her to the bed. His eyes were blazing with anger.

She was deep in love with her, but making love with him was like a torture to her.

After their passionate lovemaking, Terence got up and got dressed as if nothing happened. ”When you leave, take all your things with you. Jean will be moving in real soon,”

he announced unceremoniously. ”Don't leave anything behind. I don't want her to get offended or upset.”

”Is that so?” Julia smiled to hide the pain she was feeling and plastered a smile on her face. Her heart was beating fast, but she said calmly, ”Do you think she will be happy if I die? Maybe then we will both be truly free.”

Stunned, Terence was taken aback by what Julia had just said. But when he turned to look at her, his face was cold and impassive.

”Well, if you are willing to.”