Chapter 17 Not Qualified to Disobey Me!

Terrence’s gaze shifted to the door, and his eyes instantly softened.

Alexa immediately guessed who the person was.

“I just came back from the show and saw your car parked on the side of the road, so I came up.”

Brynlee walked over with a smile and cast a furtive glance at Alexa.

“Alexa is here too?” Brynlee smiled. She was confident and generous. “It seems that I came at the wrong time. Terrence, I’d better leave first. Let’s contact later.”

Hearing this, Alexa suppressed the nervousness in her heart and looked at Terrence with slight

anticipation.

What would he do?

“You came at the right time.”

Terrence smiled amiably and personally got up to pull out the chair closest to him.

“What do you want to eat?”

He extended his right hand and intertwined his fingers with Brynlee’s left hand.

Brynlee said gently and thoughtfully, “I don’t want to disturb you. I just want to stay with you.”

After Brynlee finished speaking, Terrence swept a glance at Alexa.

Alexa sneered and looked at them like she was watching a show.

She was really worthy of him personally driving her away.

Brynlee gracefully raised her wine glass. From the angle Alexa was standing, she could clearly see the smug smile on Brynlee’s face.

How disgusting.

Without saying a word, Alexa consciously lifted her handbag and left without looking back.

It was not a big deal. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t get hurt.

Walking to a place where Terrence could not see, Alexa became sad and fiercely pulled off the scarf Terrence had bought for her.

She had nowhere to go and could only go home.

But she was in the city center. If she walked back, it would take at least four to five hours, and the only one who could send her back was…

Forget it.

She immediately dismissed the idea of counting on Terrence.

It was a shame to say that her husband was clearly the most powerful and wealthy person in the world, but she had no money in her pocket.

Her condition became worse.

Alexa sighed and wandered aimlessly on the street.

“Mrs. Ramsey, Mrs. Ramsey!”

A high-profile Maybach stopped steadily beside her, and Alexa turned to look and saw the person in

the car at a glance.

“Edwin?”

“Mrs. Ramsey, where are you going?”

to go to

send you

go do your

Alexa’s words shocked Edwin.

was Mrs. Ramsey, one

on the streets, then his career

Ramsey, get

and respectfully opened the door of the

it for a

“Thank you.”

too polite. It

it didn’t take long for him to send

off the car, she bowed to

“Thank you, Edwin.”

was so scared that he

you don’t have to be so polite with me. If you need anything, just

smiled sweetly.

the rearview mirror, Edwin couldn’t

he suddenly realized

Edwin, Alexa turned and walked to the gate,

of marriage with Terrence, this was the first time she liad returned

liouse.

the Duran family’s incident, all the assets of the Duran family

usual, and it was said to be waiting for

the bag

was not a

suddenly wanted to

was still there, but

a sudden,

go back to the Duckdale

 

Terrence have to be able to have fun outside while flirting with girls? Why do I have to be like an abandoned woman, staying alone at home?

entered

there could her parents come to her

and Terrence returned to the villa

was very surprised and immediately sent

back! What do you want to eat for dinner?” Mina asked

“Up to you.”

absent-mindedly and then turned to

see that

“Where is she?”

Chantor 17 Mon

findin

Mrs. Ramsey hasn’t

awkwardly.

Not back yet?

looked at the clock on

It was already eight.

is impossible for her to not come back after such a long time,

come back at

getting more

sat down on the sofa with a cold face. Anger gradually rose in

later, Terrence’s patience

bear it any longer and took out his phone, quickly finding Alexa’s

to touch the screen, he

one who lost her temple first, and now I have

call her?

teeth, and

“Edwin!”

“Yes, Mr. Ramsey.”

check Alexa’s location, and

went to the Duran’s house.” Edwin was

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