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," Te