Having said that, Alexa was not willing to call Terrence.
Alexa knocked on the door of the study and waited for a long time, but there was no response.
It seemed that there was no need to call Terrence.
Alexa was about to leave when the door suddenly opened slightly. A strong arm immediately pulled her in.
"Terrence!" Alexa grunted in anger.
"What are you making noise about?"
The man's voice was hoarse, with a hint of morbid exhaustion.
Alexa sensed that something was wrong and looked at Terrence awkwardly.
"What happened to you?"
"Nothing."
Terrence frowned and turned away somewhat impatiently.
"Are you sick?"
"No."
Terrence casually tidied up the desk as if he was looking for something.
"Don't delay if you are not feeling well." Alexa paused and said, "Mom and Dad will worry about you."