We Will Collide Someday by Scarlett Sanchez novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36 Terrence Doesn’t Trust Her

For the first time, he experienced the feeling of being disliked.

Terrence didn’t look for her but called Brynlee instead.

Brynlee was overjoyed and rescheduled her work to meet Terrence.

Terrence had prepared lunch in a top-notch restaurant, so Brynlee certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to do a public display of affection.

She took a photo and posted it on Twitter with the text, “Every meal with him is worth remembering.”

Her tweet caused a stir.

The relationship between her and Terrence had been a hot topic, but Terrence was aloof, and no media dared to report gossip about him.

The tweet Brynlee posted was already able to confirm that she and Terrence were in a relationship!

As the most famous A-list star, Brynlee’s tweet was soon a trending topic.

Terrence knew it at the first moment, but he didn’t care at all.

Alexa also saw Brynlee’s tweet.

Everyone was guessing if Brynlee was talking about Terrence. Only Alexa knew there could not be anyone else other than Terrence

Alexa put down her phone with a dull face, not wanting to pay heed to the news.

But colleagues around her all started to talk about the topic.

“Why are they suddenly so high-profile? Do Mr. Ramsey and Brynlee already plan to get married?” Bella Watson asked.

“I do not think so.” Kaya Ponce shook her head. “A big star like Brynlee will not post news about her if they are only planning.”

“You mean, they might have already gotten married?” Amira Beasley was shocked by her thoughts. “Mr. Ramsey got married too early!”

“All right, guys,” Tiana said. “How dare you gossip about the private life of our president? If it gets out, we will all be in trouble.”

Alexa suddenly felt nauseous again.

“Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom.”

After that, she put down her fork and left.

Alexa was taken aback by her gloomy face in the mirror.

She told herself not to let Terrence affect her again, but she still failed to control her emotions.

After returning to the company, she avoided Terrence, but she didn’t expect Edwin to suddenly ask her to bring the files to the president’s office.

Alexa thought, he was busy at noon, so he should not be in the office now, right?

Alexa was mentally prepared and knocked on the door to enter, only to see Terrence sitting in his

seat.

He was reading a file. Something must have gone wrong. He furrowed slightly, looking focused and charming

“‘The files.”

Alexa spoke softly and placed the files on the table.

“Okay.” Terrence nodded slightly and replied without looking up.

Alexa let out a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

“Where did you go for lunch?”

Alexa was surprised by his sudden question.

“I had a meal with Tiana and other colleagues.”

“All right.”

Doesn’t Terrence trust me?

Alexa felt a little uncomfortable at that thought.

“Were you with Brynlee at noon?”

“Yes.” Terrence looked up at her. “So? Do you have any problems with that?”

“No. How dare I.”

It had only been a morning since they last saw each other, and her sour attitude irked Terrence.

“You have a chance to tell me if you feel uncomfortable.”

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“No, I don’t feel uncomfortable.” Alexa straightened her body and said, “I don’t care what you have with Brynlee.”

You remember it clearly.” Terrence said coldly. There was no smile in his eyes.

“Yes,” Alexa replied coolly. “I should go back to work.”

“Wait for me here after work. Go home with me.”

“Why?”

Terrence frowned, his patience completely running out.

“Why should I explain it to you?”

Alexa pursed her lips and left without a word.

Terrence knew she was unhappy, but so what?

He was selfish. He would rather Alexa be unhappy than not have any emotions.

Without any reason, he could not stand Alexa’s attitude of not caring about anything.

Alexa didn’t want to wait for him, not at all.

She couldn’t understand how Terrence was able to be with Brynlee and pretended nothing had happened in front of her.

Alexa was ready to leave work on time, but before she could, the president’s office suddenly arranged a lot of tasks for her and required her to finish them today.

Bella cast a sympathetic look and came over to her.

She reminded Alexa, “Mr. Ramsey is a workaholic. You must finish tasks today, or the consequences will be serious.”

Alexa had no choice but to resign to her fate and work overtime.

At 9p.m., she finally finished all her work and was ready to go home.

At that time, Terrence texted her.

“Have you done the tasks?”

Alexa was about to reply when she received a push notification.

It was Brynlee’s tweet. The location was at the Hudson Group building. There were exquisite snacks in the picture with the words, “Wait for him to come home.”

Alexa immediately recognized that they were in the café in the rest area.

She thought, good for you, Terrence.

Are you asking me to go and admire your touching true love?

“Come down. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Terrence sent another message, and Alexa’s eyelashes fluttered as she blocked his number.

Then, she left through the back door.

The cook at home was already off work.

Passing by a roadside stall selling pasta, Alexa sat down and ordered one.

While eating, Alexa spent time on her phone out of boredom.

News about Brynlee and Terrence spread all over the Internet.

She chose not to read it and put the phone into her pocket.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Alexa had only eaten several mouthfuls of pasta and had lost her appetite.

Kieran called her and asked about her condition.

When Terrence drove the car angrily to find her, he saw her sitting by the roadside stall with her phone, talking and laughing.

Alexa saw Terrence coming over from afar and said goodbye to Kieran before hanging up the phone.

Terrence walked to her, not even willing to sit on the stool of the stall, and stared at her from above.

“Come home with me.”

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“Have you finished chatting with Brynlee? Didn’t she come with you?”

Alexa tilted her head and asked him, but Terrence was quiet with a straight face.

She sighed softly, pretended nothing had happened, and picked up the fork again.

“But I haven’t finished my pasta.”

Terrence darted a glance at the pasta, looking disgusted with it.

“Don’t we have it at home?”

“I want to eat it here.” Alexa asked, “Can’t I?”

She had never been so bold as now, going against Terrence.