Chapter 37 Is He Giving Her Hope? 

Terrence stood quietly by her side for a while, and in the end, he dragged a stool and sat down. 

Alexa ignored him and picked up the fork again. 

She was now not feeling well. The more she ate, the more nauseous she felt, but she didn’t put 

down the fork. 

Alexa’s face was wet and cold. She wiped it with her hand and realized her tears had unconsciously flowed down her face. 

She wanted to vomit, but there was still more than half a plate of pasta. 

Alexa had no worse feeling than that. 

Terrence pulled out a tissue and wiped it on her face. When she wanted to eat again, Terrence snatched the plate away. 

He took a fork and ate the pasta with a cold face. 

“I thought you didn’t want to eat,” Alexa said in a broken voice. 

Terrence ignored her and finished the pasta quickly. He casually but elegantly pulled out a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth. 

“Let’s go,” Terrence spoke in a deep voice. 

His tall and muscular figure stood in front of Alexa, looking overwhelming. 

His words seemed to have magic, and Alexa instantly gave in and got up to follow him. 

Terrence didn’t reveal his true face until they both got in the car. 

Alexa had sat down in the front passenger seat when he leaned over and forcefully clutched her jaw. 

Terrence’s eyes gradually darkened as he saw the tear stain on her face. 

“Why did you cry?” 

“I didn’t,” Alexa said stubbornly. “It was the wind.” 

“Alexa, are you lying to a child?” 

He kept asking while turning on the heater. 

“Do you think I don’t know you?” 

“What do you know?” 

“That’s why I’m asking you.” 

Alexa’s mood was inexplicably better. “Nothing.” 

Terrence didn’t get an answer, so he was still in a bad mood. 

and when Alexa got out of the car, she habitually turned

him. 

Terrence didn’t follow. He didn’t even intend to

instantly put away the expectation that should not be

her. “I still have something to

possible.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

not to care as

he need to hide it

the public’s eyes. In Terrence’s eyes, his wife should

ridiculous. She brought that on herself, and Terrence didn’t

Mina instructing the maids to serve the

and eat. These are all the light appetizers Mr. Ramsey asked us to

“But…” 

of the pasta she had eaten at the roadside stall.

Ramsey, have

spoke, Mina served Alexa a bowl of soup.

appetite, but she still sat

dishes were her favorites, and

in Alexa’s heart grew bigger. There seemed to be wind through it.

praised

don’t have much appetite these past few days,

“What?” 

spoon, which collided with the bowl, making a crisp sound.

 

Mrs. Ramsey? Are you

“No, no.” 

know what to say and returned

and her eyes

was like a net of vines,

he

giving her

think so.

Terrence immediately drove his car home.

as his home now and thought he belonged there.

it was because he had invested a lot in the place that

to Alexa about what

Terrence was more eager to return home. It was as if

him to resist.

Terrence picked

home tonight?” Brynlee asked tenderly. “I haven’t been with you for the past few days, so I came back

“Are you back?” 

scented candle.

out, “I’m doing

you at home. Come home

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