Alexa found Terrence in a state of great agitation for the first time, so a trace of surprise flashed past her pale face.
Alexa collected herself quickly.
"What kind of emotion do you want?" Alexa asked seriously.
Never had Terrence felt so helpless.
In his eyes, Alexa was trying her best to please her buyer.
Terrence instantly cooled off and felt frustrated.
"Nothing. Time for lunch," Terrence said coldly.
As Alexa wished, Terrence had prepared a feast with crabs. Those amazing dishes were made by first-class chefs.
However, Terrence suddenly had most of the dishes taken away from the table and told the servants to bring over a pot.
Alexa was mad at Terrence but wouldn't punish herself with food.
She looked at the soup boiling in the pot with excitement and sent one slice of beef in it.
With the warm food in her stomach, Alexa instantly cheered up and found Terrence not as disgusting as before.