Chapter 1 I Thought You Enjoyed

"Ah... You are so bad..."

The woman's voice quivered as Terence Qi caressed her.

Terence Qi let his cold fingers glide across the woman's skin, sending shudders up and down her spine. He leaned towards her ear, and whispered, "I thought you were enjoying it..."

"Terence, can't you be a little gentler?"

"You want me to be gentler?" He pulled away and looked at the woman with his charming eyes, an evil smirk plastered on his lips.

The way he looked at her made the woman panic, her heart fluttering in her chest.

In such an intimate moment, he spoke in a calm and serious tone. This made the woman suddenly feel that they were supposed to be working!

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock--

The person knocked on the door with quick, short raps.

"Terence... Somebody's at the door," the woman complained.

Terence Qi said nothing as he stared icily at the door, his deep eyes like cold daggers.

Knock, knock, knock--

Whoever was knocking was very persistent. The knocks were getting louder and faster by the second.

"Terence.. The door...." the woman repeated.

The man didn't say anything. He sped up so that she could not say a word.

His gaze swept through the door, his eyes brimming with coldness.

'Damn it! That woman again!' he sneered to himself.

It was Hester Tong knocking on the other side of the door.

After a few minutes, it seemed that she knew Terence wasn't planning on opening the door. With a sigh, she pulled out the spare key she had in her pocket and let herself inside.

As soon as she opened the door, the sight of two naked bodies came into her view. Stunned, her face burned fiercely. Hester Tong looked away in panic and didn't know what to do.

'They... What are they doing? Why are they naked like that?'

"Terence, your maid is so impolite. Why would she just barge in like that?"

With an ice cold expression on his face, he turned his head and saw Hester in a maid outfit, standing at the door with a bowl of soup in her hand.

Terence looked at Hester with a terrifying coldness. However, when he saw how red Hester's face was, he could not help but smile with amusement.

It was ridiculous for him seeing Hester in such a shy and ignorant demeanor.

With a sigh, he put on a bathrobe and slowly got out of bed. Terence then casually walked towards Hester. The closer he got to her, the more pressure he radiated. Even though she felt like she was a measly speck of dust in front of him, Hester felt like she had nowhere to hide.

She looked up at him in panic.

He had a charming face with finely chiseled features, like an exquisite Greek God. Terence's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly as he approached. His long, good-looking and attractive eyes were slightly squinted, and the thick and long lashes cast shadows on his eyes, making him look more mysterious and dangerous.

Hester's heart was beating wildly in her chest at this point. There was no doubt that she was deeply attracted by Terence's charming face. Her eyes went down to his thin, slick lips. Underneath the evening glow coming from outside the window, his lips made him look colder and apathetic.

Step by step, Terence got closer... And closer... He was now right in front of Hester, just mere inches away from her. Hester could feel his hot breath on her face, making her blush even deeper.

Her eyes were now getting watery from all the heat she was feeling in her body.

"Ter... Terence... " she stammered.

"At first, I thought you knew nothing about sex. Now, I know that I was wrong,"

he said coldly, and pinched her chin with his hand forcibly, making her raise her head with humility. His grip was forceful, and his cold fingertips were like sharp blades. A little more force would bruise her delicate skin.

She took a deep breath in pain and frowned at him. She shook her head desperately, "I... I don't know what you're talking about. It's just that I... I just came to bring you some soup. You were dripping wet when you came back home from the rain."

It was obvious that she experienced great difficulty trying to say the right words. Because of the speech problem she had, each word seemed unskillful and unsightly.

Hearing the way Hester spoke, Terence frowned, feeling that it was a kind of torture to listen to her. He looked down at the tray in her hand, on which there was a bowl of soup. The faint smell of ginger wafted to his nose.

She really took it upon herself as the hostess here and took care of his daily life. But why would he need a woman who doesn't even know how to make love and how to serve him properly? If he took her out, Terence would be so embarrassed to be with her in public. If she stayed at home, she was nothing but a nuisance and an eyesore! He hated her so much and she was completely oblivious about it. She even took his mother's belongings and shamelessly wanted him to marry her!

He had never seen such a shameless woman.

"I want you to leave this room in the count of three,"

he spat coldly.

Hester could read lips and knew that he was unhappy. Since they were going to get married, she couldn't make him unhappy! She raised the tray up to tempt Terence to drink the soup she made.

"I promised aunt that I would take good care of you. Drink it now!"

"Hester, you make me sick!"

With a sudden wave of his hand, the hot soup dripped from the bowl and onto the back of her hand. The burning sensation made her hand quiver in pain. She bit down on her lip as she tried to maintain composure.

"My soup..."

She had no time to care about the wound on her hand and tried to say something else to Terence. But before she could utter another word, she was pressed hard against the wall. Her thin shoulder blades hit the cold wall hard, sending sharp pangs of pain.

Her face was pale and her forehead was sweating, which surprisingly made her big eyes more attractive. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

She knew that Terence didn't like it when women cried, but she couldn't control it. It was so painful!

Though her eyes were blurred with tears, she was still able to see his lips.

"Hester, you are a disabled. And you're trying to look after me? Don't you think that's a bit ridiculous?"

'Disabled?'

The words were like a knife stabbing into her, sending wave after wave of pain through her heart.

Terence saw this fleeting expression, and he couldn't help but smile coldly with pleasure.

"Wow, it turns out that you know yourself well enough that you are disabled. And do you know what I was doing with that woman on the bed just now?"

Suddenly, he came closer to Hester, his lips almost touching her face.

There was a mischievous smile on his face, his eyes glowing with a poisonous glare.

"What I was doing with her before you naively interrupted is the most intimate thing couples do. However... Never expect that we will do this together. Even if you stand before me without any of your clothes on, I won't take one look at you.

Do you know why?

...... It's because you make me sick! You don't deserve it!"

Hester's body was frozen in surprise. Her pupils were dilated and glassy, and it took her a long time to regain focus.

Terence's words kept echoing in her head.

'Even if you stand before me without any of your clothes on, I won't take one look at you. You make me sick!'

How could her fiance say something like that?

Hester had no idea how she had walked out of the room. Her legs were heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step she took was like stepping on the tip of a knife.

The moment she stepped out, the door slammed shut behind her.