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We Will Collide Someday by Scarlett Sanchez novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447 About to Labor "Stop puzzling me."

Alexa had a clear mind.

"Of course, it's about that master of the family. It's not a good thing to find her for no reason."

"He is not worthy of Mrs. Ramsey's help, so there's no need to worry."

Terrence always had such a reliable appearance, which was exactly what Alexa was worried about.

"I was afraid that you would be alone and the pressure would be too great."

"It's fine."

Terrence smiled even brighter.

"I feel very happy because it makes you care about me."

He fed Damarion medicine and played with him for a while as usual.

Alexa even felt that Terrence was even more competent than her as a father.

"It's getting late. Let's go to bed."

He was very familiar with Alexa's timetable, and he was more reliable than a professional nutritionist.

"Shall we go see a psychologist tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Many pregnant women have a prenatal anxiety disorder. I'm worried that I'm not helping you resolve these emotions well, so would it be better to turn to a professional doctor?"

"I'm actually not anxious. Really, not at all," Alexa smiled and said.

Terrence was by her side every day, and they were even more intimate than lovers in love.

"If you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me at any time."

"Okay."

The temperature had been very low recently, and Alexa was afraid of the cold, so she went to bed early.

Terrence was still busy, so she secretly browsed her phone.

Alexa looked for Marin to check on Nina. She did not expect that Marin would directly send a document over.

"It just so happens that Edwin was also looking into her. I transferred it to you directly."

"Isn't this too blatant?"

Alexa felt nervous. She did not want Terrence to know.

"It's fine. He listens to me at home."

Before Alexa could read the information, Marin began to gossip.

"There is too much gossip in the Ramsey family. This old master of the Ramsey family is old but he doesn’t think like an old man. His daughter is not easy to deal with, either."

"Ms. Barrell, I don't know anything. How can you know so many things?"

"If you don't tell me, I will ask my boyfriend."

Before Alexa could ridicule her, Terrence suddenly called, "Alexa."

She felt guilty like a thief who had been caught on the spot and flipped through a few pages in a panic.

"What?"

Terrence had no choice but to come around from the end of the bed.

"Your eyes will ache if you look at your phone for too long."

"But I'm bored and can’t sleep." Alexa quickly changed the topic, "Are you finished? Can we chat?"

"Yes. But we can't talk for too long," Terrence said patiently.

"Is there a time limit for me to chat with my husband?"

"It's useless to act spoiled."

He helped Alexa to lie down and then tucked her in.

"I'm afraid that you would have me chat with you all night and not sleep.”

Terrence lay down next to her, and his warm fingers scraped her round abdomen.

"This past is not pleasant. If you don't want to hear it, tell me."

"Yes."

Alexa did not expect Terrence to be so straightforward.

"The internal struggle of the Ramsey family has always been fierce. The forces of various sects are fighting openly and secretly, and they are all eyeing power. My grandfather is the first winner."

"I heard from Rebekah that your grandfather passed away young."

"He met his opponent's revenge and blocked a knife for his younger brother when they were talking business. His opponent is the current master of the family." Terrence narrated calmly, "But he immediately turned hostile after he took the position and tried to annex all the assets of the Ramsey family. If not for the old subordinates left by my grandfather to keep him in check, I would not have been able to reach my current position."

"Then he must have come to New York to deal with you."

"People in the world come for profit. Of course, he wants to have a share." Terrence said calmly.

"What's going on with Nina?"

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