Chapter 338 I Don't Intend to Know Her
After that, Terrence did not give her any chance to retort and immediately left the counter with Alexa.
Giselle glared at Alexa's back with disgust, gnashing her teeth in hatred.
Why hasn't the bastard in her belly taken her life yet? thought Giselle.
Meanwhile, Alexa didn't care about Giselle.
"I'm fine. I just feel that she is very childish and it is a waste of time to argue with this kind of person."
Alexa made light of what happened just
now.
"Well, darling, you don't have to worry about it." Terrence nodded. "Let me deal with it."
"You really ... want to deal with the Niebergall Group?"
Alexa was very clear about Terrence's unyielding character.
It was because of this that she was a little worried.
The Niebergall family had finally developed a relationship with the Duran family. They must have made
a lot of transactions.
If Terrence were to go against Irvin, the Duran family would probably take advantage of this opportunity
to make a move.
However, he wasn't worried at all.
"Worried about me?" Terrence smiled. "Or don't you have confidence in me?"
"Of course, I'm worried about you. The business world is like a battlefield and danger lurks
everywhere," Alexa said very seriously.
"Don't worry."
Terrence held her even tighter as if she was imperceptibly transmitting some kind of power.
"With you by my side, it's impossible for me to lose."
"But I can't help you with anything."
"You are very useful, my Lady Luck," Terrence said confidently.
Hearing him say this, Alexa felt a little relieved.
"Your Lady Luck is hungry."
Then Terrence immediately ended the topic and led her to the mall.
Later, they went back after choosing the ingredients.
This time, Terrence still did not let her cook for him.
Alexa had to sit at the side and read the recipe for him very seriously.
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"I got it," he smiled dotingly. "Just wait to see the results."
"Okay!"
Alexa nodded when the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Is there a guest coming?" she muttered, then got up and walked to the door. "I'll go take a look."
"Mrs. Ramsey, it's Mr. Lambert," Brady reported.
Before the housekeeper finished the words, Aron immediately leaned in and greeted her with a smile.
"Alexa, it's me."
"Mr. Lambert?" Alexa was a little surprised. "It's so late. What can I do for
you?"
Aron entered the house and waved the gift box in his hand.
"I'm here to send an invitation."
"Oh?"
"Put it on the coffee table," Terrence suddenly interrupted.
Alexa didn't know when Terrence had already stood at the kitchen door and
the apron around his waist had not been taken off.
When Aron saw Terrence like this, he was stunned for a while and then
burst out laughing.
Aron wouldn't have thought that Terrence, who could dominate the
business world outside, would personally cook with an apron for his wife when he returned home.
Looking at how skilled he was, Aron realized that probably Terrence had done so many times.
Aron forcefully resisted the urge to take photos and deliberately asked.
"Terrence, what kind of dishes are you cooking tonight? It smells so good."
"The dishes you can't eat," Terrence refused.
Come on!
Aron's eyes flashed as he stared at Alexa thoughtfully.
Without waiting for him to speak, Alexa opened her mouth.
"It just so happens to be time for dinner. Mr. Lambert, why don't you stay for
a meal?"
"It's not convenient," Terrence interrupted with a darkened face.
It was a candlelight dinner for the couple, so how could someone disturb
them?
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But Aron didn't realize that he was the third wheel. After exchanging pleasantries with Alexa, he sat
down at the dining table.
Terrence was cooking the soup while the phone in his pocket kept ringing.
In front of Alexa, he calmly took out his phone and glanced at it.
A certain Line group had been in a hot discussion where the topic was "how
to become a good man in the kitchen".
Seeing that his expression changed, Alexa asked curiously.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Terrence smiled calmly.
When his eyes swept over Aron at the table, he darkened his face even
more.
Aron was still chatting with delight in the group, but a second later,
Terrence directly left the group.
Aron was lost for his words.
Terrence made a very sumptuous dinner and all the dishes were Alexa's
favorite.
Aron turned a blind eye to their lovey-dovey behavior and inadvertently mentioned something.
"I have already prepared the party dress you ordered."
"OK."
Terrence nodded and skipped the topic.
When Alexa saw this, she became a little interested.
In the past, whenever she was going to attend a banquet, Terrence would
tell her in advance and personally accompany her to choose a dress.
Why did he become so mysterious this time?
"Tomorrow night's banquet?" she asked curiously. "Who organized that?"
"Someone you don't know," Terrence patiently explained. "It's the dinner
party for the daughter of the Gillund family, Selina, who just returned from
abroad."
"Yes," Aron continued. "It's strange that this invitation was specially requested by Ms. Gillund to pass it
to Terrence."
With a thud, Alexa flashed a knife across the plate.
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Realizing that she was in a daze, she immediately shifted her attention to
eating.
Terrence noticed that Alexa was in a bad mood and gave Aron a "good"
look.
"I'm not familiar with her," Terrence calmly explained to her. "I don't intend to
know her."
"It's okay. It's just a normal interaction."
Alexa nodded generously and stuffed a small tomato into her mouth,
feeling that it was not as sweet as before.
At the thought of Aron's words just now, Alexa did not fall asleep the whole
night and pondered about the dinner.
The next day, the assistant sent the party dress.
It was a very exquisite fishtail design, and the lines were very ingenious. It
was obvious that it was designed by a master.
But the only drawback was that this dress was not her size at all.
Alexa's heart instantly sank.
Terrence couldn't remember her size wrong. The only explanation was that
this dress was not prepared for her at all.
Seeing that Alexa looked a little unhappy, Yareli stepped forward and asked
with concern.
However, Alexa shook her head in low spirits and turned to walk into the
room.
"Yareli, I'm fine. If he comes back, tell him that I'm sleeping," Alexa ordered
in depression.
Yareli looked at the clock on the wall. It was only seven in the evening and
it was still early.
What's wrong with Mrs. Ramsey? wondered Yareli.
Realizing that something was wrong, Yareli immediately called Terrence.
Terrence came back in a hurry. As soon as he entered the house, he went
straight to the bedroom, but before he opened the bedroom door, he
lightened his footsteps.
Under the dim light in the room, Alexa on the bed was lying with her back
facing him, which could be seen that she was unhappy. "Are you back?" Alexa did not look back and
muffled.