"Oh? I don't think so," Alexa said in a daze. "I have finished my work."
"Didn't I say that you would have lunch with me?"
"Oh, you mean that," Alexa said innocently. "I thought you were joking. Besides, I only like eating these things, Mr. Ramsey won't like them."
Terrence hated Alexa for talking to him with such an attitude, which was like an invisible knife that could mess up his emotions.
"Are you sure you want to eat this?"
"Yes, it's delicious. Do you want to have a try?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Terrence called the waiter over and ordered the same set meal as hers.
"You want to have the same?" Alexa asked in surprise.
Terrence didn't even look at her. He pulled out a few tissues and wiped the table over and over.
"It's none of your business," he said crossly.
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