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Julian was wearing a delivery uniform, drenched in sweat, as he delivered food to her. He looked a bit uneasy as he pulled out the lunchbox “Hillary, this is a lunch I made for you myself
He had spent the past few months learning how to cook from a professional chef. To prove it, he even showed her the blisters on his hands. Seeing him like this, Hillary felt momentarily dazed.
Noticing that Hillary remained silent for a long time, Julian grew even more anxious. She had treated him this way before. Had he made a mistake? Or was she disgusted by his cooking? Thinking of this, Julian hurriedly
explained, “Maybe it’s not that tasty right now, but I’ll work hard at it”
Before he could finish his words, Hillary hardly tossed the food into the trash can expressionlessly and looked at him indifferently. “Leave. I don’t need it.”
Julian felt his blood rush to his head as he glanced at the food in the trash can. He was so angry that the veins. on his forehead were throbbing. That was a dish he had spent the entire morning making countless times before finally achieving a presentable and delicious result
He had never been treated like this in his life. How could Hillary do this to him? Anger surged within him, but he swallowed it down. His voice came out hoarse. “If you don’t like it, I can make something else”
Hillary tilted her head slightly and met his gaze, her voice soft yet piercing. “Are you angry? Do you remember? It is Avnetly how you treated me before.”
Her words sent an icy chill through his veins, freezing him to the core. Yes, he had done this before. Back when
they were married, Hillary had often brought him meals. At that time, Julian found it highly annoying. No one had
ever tried to control him like this, not even his parents. Who did that woman think she was?
Still, Hillary hadn’t considered any of this. She had noticed his unhealthy eating habits, so she started learning
how to cook. Her hands were covered in blisters, her skin burned from accidental splashes of oil. She followed the
chef to learn several dishes that Julian loved to eat.
Sadly, each time Hillary delivered them to his office, her husband wouldn’t even look at them. He would throw
them straight into the trash without a second thought. Now, the roles were reversed. Instead of satisfaction, all
Hillary felt was a bitter irony.
The anger faded from Julian’s face and he turned pale. “Hillary, are you taking revenge on me?”
Hillary found it laughable and she did laugh, but the smile quickly disappeared. She said coldly. “You overthink. I did those things willingly back then. I don’t have any desire for revenge. Don’t misunderstand. It’s just that I find it very annoying. If you really love me, can you stop bothering me?”
When Julian heard these words, his eyes widened and he grabbed Hillary’s wrist tightly. He was like an angry beast, with veins on his arms bulging and his pupils seemed to be burning with fire. He stared at her and spoke word by word, “Hillary Jones, why don’t you forgive me when I have done this? Do you think I’m so cheap in your eyes? Do I have to resort to some dirty tricks for you to listen to me obediently?”
Julian was very close, with intense pressure on her. Hillary stared at his furious eyes and could feel that he was telling the truth, but she wasn’t afraid. She met his gaze calmly and said, “Julian, you are indeed cheap, so cheap that I find you disgusting just to look at”
The man’s expression froze. His eyes were filled with dark clouds. Finally, he took a deep look at her, then turned and walked away.
Hillary watched his retreating figure. Knowing his personality, this was probably the last time she would ever see him. However, she was wrong. Not long after, flowers started arriving at her house every day. The housekeeper told her they were gifts sent in gratitude, but she had no idea who they were from.
It wasn’t until a business gala, under the dazzling lights of the banquet hall, that she found out
A young man in a sharp suit with a cold and commanding presence strode toward her. It was Julian Cook. He
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hadn’t flown back to his hometown, nor had he given up. He had even returned to his former cold and arrogant demeanor, staring at her with a playful look in his eyes. His thin lips curved into a light smile as he said, “Hillary, do you like the flower?”
Hillary’s expression faltered slightly in surprise. “It was you?”
Julian let out a low chuckle. “Of course. Who else could it be?”
After he finished speaking, he gently adjusted Hillary’s collar, his fingertips entwined with her slightly curly long hair. Julian’s eyes were mixed with a hint of fierceness, his tone gentle as he stated, “Hillary, it was my fault. The more a person belittles himself, the more they will be looked down upon. So, from now on, I won’t give you the chance to humiliate me again.”
