We Will Collide Someday by Scarlett Sanchez

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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.”

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

He drove home in silence, and when Alexa got out of the car, she habitually turned back to

wait for

him.

However, Terrence didn’t follow. He didn’t even intend to enter the house with her.

Alexa understood and instantly put away the expectation that should not be on her face.

“Go in,” Terrence explained to her. “I still have something to do, but I’ll come home as

early as

possible.”

“Oh, okay.”

Alexa answered, pretending not to care as she whirled around.

What else could it be? Did he need to hide it from her?

He and Brynlee were the perfect match in the public’s eyes. In Terrence’s eyes, his wife

should be Brynlee, of course.

Alexa found herself ridiculous. She brought that on herself, and Terrence didn’t care at all.

After entering the room, Alexa saw Mina instructing the maids to serve the dishes.

“Mrs. Ramsey, welcome home,” Mina said kindly. “Come and eat. These are all the light

appetizers Mr. Ramsey asked us to make.”

“But…”

Alexa thought of the pasta she had eaten at the roadside stall.

“Mrs. Ramsey, have a taste.”

As she spoke, Mina served Alexa a bowl of soup.

Alexa had no appetite, but she still sat by the table.

These dishes were her favorites, and Alexa chewed silently.

The hole of emptiness in Alexa’s heart grew bigger. There seemed to be wind through it.

“They’re tasty,” Alexa praised with a smile.

“I’m glad you like them,”Mina also smiled. “Mr. Ramsey knows you don’t have much

appetite these past few days, so he hired your previous cook.”

“What?”

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

“What is it, Mrs. Ramsey? Are you unhappy?”

“No, no.”

Alexa didn’t know what to say and returned to her room.

Her tears had dried, and her eyes were stinging.

That table of dishes was like a net of vines, entangling her tightly, suffocating her.

What was he doing?

Was he giving her hope?

Alexa didn’t think so.

After meeting the client, Terrence immediately drove his car home.

He acknowledged the place as his home now and thought he belonged there.

Perhaps it was because he had invested a lot in the place that he felt he should care about

it more.

Also, he hadn’t finished talking to Alexa about what had happened.

Thinking of that, Terrence was more eager to return home. It was as if something was

pulling him

along, not allowing him to resist.

Brynlee called, and Terrence picked it up right away.

“Terrence, are you going home tonight?” Brynlee asked tenderly. “I haven’t been with you

for the past few days, so I came back from the crew.”

“Are you back?”

“Yes.” Brynlee lit a scented candle. “Are you done?”

Terrence thought and blurted out, “I’m doing business.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you at home. Come home early.”

“Don’t wait up. Go to rest.”

Brynlee slipped her mind and knocked over the scented candle.

“Terrence, what did you say?” Brynlee forced a smile and suppressed her temper, asking.

“Aren’t you coming back to stay with me?”

“I still have something to do,” Terrence answered briefly. “That’s it. I have to go.”

The call ended abruptly. Brynlee’s delicate face instantly became distorted as she heard

the busy signal.

She vented her anger and pushed all the dishes on the table to the ground, cursing wildly.

Alexa was going to steal Terrence from her! What should she do?

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Brynlee paced back and forth uneasily, and in the end, she called Gavyn in anger.

When Terrence arrived home, the entire villa was dark.

He went upstairs discreetly and subconsciously went to Alexa’s room.

There was no light inside. Terrence saw the small figure on the bed with the corridor light

Alexa was already asleep.

Terrence didn’t disturb her and sat down by the bed. His warm hands reached into the bed

and

grabbed her foot.

The wound on her heel had scabbed, and Terrence was relieved.

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Before he could let go of her right foot, Alexa’s left foot suddenly kicked on his leg.

Terrence couldn’t help but chuckle. She was so vigilant even when she was asleep.

After tucking her in, Terrence quietly left the room.

It was late at night, but he didn’t fall asleep.

Terrence was standing on the balcony, fiddling with a precious wedding ring with his well-

defined

fingers.

Just a moment ago, all the men he sent to investigate Keyon had lost contact, and not a

single bit of information was sent back.

Terrence didn’t even know if the news was good or bad for Alexa.

It was likely that Keyon was still alive. However, judging from the matter, a greater

conspiracy must be hiding behind it.

Terrence stood there until the second half of the night. He finally turned and entered the

room.

But Alexa stood behind him.

“You’re home?” she asked hoarsely.

Although she only vaguely saw a figure, she was sure it was Terrence.

“Why are you up?”

Terrence frowned when he saw her disarranged clothes and bare feet.

“Why are you dressed like this?”

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