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Willow figured that something had to be the matter about Julian. He must have just gotten dumped.

However, he was going to be her ex–husband very soon, and she didn’t think she had the right to ask about his private matters

anymore. She had some self–awareness, after all.

Since Willow wasn’t able to shoo him out of her apartment, naturally, she didn’t want to continue sitting around watching him

smoke either. She just pulled her still–damp hair behind her head, twisted it up, and secured it in ce with a hair w before

going into the kitchen to make herself some food.

Willow wasn’t a bad cook. It was just that she seldom had the chance to cook after she married Julian. But now that she was living

on her own, she had to settle her three meals all by herself.

A short whileter, the heavenly aroma of pasta bolognese came wafting out from the kitchen.

Julian was still sitting dazedly on the couch. From his position, he could see Willow’s back turn to him as she cooked at the stove.

She was still wearing that ck men’s shirt with nothing underneath, exactly like a seductress.

Yet, because her head was leaning forward as she chopped up some onions, she gave off the illusion of a perfect wife instead.

Suddenly, it dawned on Julian that this must have been what people meant when they said “housewife“.

He also thought that many men must be dreaming of Willow in her current condition. Yet, at that thought, Julian frowned slightly

as he extinguished the cigarette and started wandering around the apartment.

The apartment wasn’t a huge one, but it had everything she needed. She’d even managed to turn a small room into a painting

studio.

Julian pulled away the cloth covering the canvas on the easel and saw the unfinished painting underneath it. She was painting the

skies of the gxy this time–it was no longer Julian. In the past, Willow used to love painting portraits of him.

He gently touched the brush strokes on the canvas, feeling a little bitter inside.

A short whileter, he sneaked into the cramped kitchen and circled his arms around Willow’s waist. They had never experienced

such warmth or intimacy when they were married.

Julian’s thin lips were pressed against the back of Willow’s neck. His voice was scratchy as he said, “Is this the life you’ve always

dreamed of? Living in an apartment smaller than 1500 square feet, eating regr food, and turning yourself into another

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Willow didn’t fight him. They’d been married for four years after all, and she was used to having sex with him. She was just going

to treat this sudden physical intimacy as bad luck on her side.

She didn’t stop her task at hand as she replied, “Yes, this is the life that I’ve always wanted. When I’m finally divorced from you, my life will only continue getting even better than before. I’m buying a half–acre mansion, employing ten maids, and bringing

home as many boytoys as I want every night to-”

It was obvious that Julian had gotten angry at that point. He bit her on the neck and said, “You’re still Mrs. Ziegler now.”

“I won’t be, very soon.”

As soon as she was done speaking, however, Julian turned her around so that they were face to face.

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He lowered his head to look at her, his eyes so deep and dark that she just didn’t know what to think. A long whileter, Julian

said in a low voice, “If that’s the biggest issue in our marriage, Willow, then I can still indulge and satisfy you.”

Had he spoken to her like this in the past, Willow would have been so enamored with his flirting that all would have been

forgiven.

But now, she was already immune to his flirting. Men only flirted heavily with women to get what they wanted. She’d fallen prey

to that trick in the past and paid the price.

Willow turned around again to continue making her pasta. However, Julian then asked her to make enough for two servings

instead. He just kept pressing himself against her, telling her that he was starving.

She froze for a second as she recalled bits and pieces about him and Catherine. Then, she just chuckled coldly and said, “Indeed. I

can tell you’re ravenous.”

Julian just kept touching and feeling her lower abdomen again. He seemed to be obsessed with that body part of hers today.

A long whileter, he finally said thickly, “I never touched her.”

Willow didn’t say anything else.

Julian refused to leave that night. Even Snowy grabbing him by the ankle of his pants and pulling him toward the door had no

effect whatsoever on him.

In the end, Willow was forced to share her bed with him. o

Before falling asleep, Julian pressed her back into the mattress again, intertwining their fingers together as he continued

ravishing her lips.

Yet, in Willow’s mind, Julian had only ever shown such passion and excitement on their wedding night.