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?”

go to the Duran’s

send you

bother. You go do your work. I will go back

Alexa’s words shocked Edwin.

Ramsey, one of

had left Alexa on the streets, then his career could be ended in

get

got out of the car and respectfully opened the door of the backseat for

thought about it for

“Thank you.”

are too polite.

extremely high, and it didn’t take long for him

Alexa got off the car, she

“Thank you, Edwin.”

scared that

have to be so polite with me. If you

smiled

her smile in the rearview mirror, Edwin couldn’t help but feel liis

he suddenly realized

turned and walked to the gate, each

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

liouse.

assets of the

still as usual, and it was said to be waiting

key from the bag

there was not a single speck of dust on the furniture covered by the white

suddenly wanted to

there, but she didn’t have a

of a sudden, Alexa

not want to go back to the Duckdale Villa at

 

to be able to have fun outside while flirting with girls? Why do I have to

entered her

only when she was there could

Terrence returned to the villa for the first time

very surprised and immediately

Ramsey, you are back! What do you want

“Up to you.”

replied absent-mindedly and then

see

“Where is she?”

Chantor 17 Mon

findin

happened. Mrs. Ramsey

awkwardly.

Not back yet?

looked at the

It was already eight.

not come back after such a

come back

getting more

sofa with a cold face. Anger gradually rose in

Terrence’s patience

any longer and took out his

about to touch the screen, he

who lost her temple first, and now I have to take the

call her?

his teeth, and

“Edwin!”

“Yes, Mr. Ramsey.”

Alexa’s location,

Mrs. Ramsey went to the Duran’s house.” Edwin

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