Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 308 An Agonizing Night

Carla stared at Terence who was drunk at that moment. She was then taken back to the memories of

his very well poised performance on the cruise ship last night. Such a huge contrast made her burst

into laughter.

Lying on the bed with her head resting on her propped arm, she smiled at him. She wanted to tease

him so bad so she deliberately put her hand on his waist. But Terence immediately shoved her hand

away as soon as she touched him.

She laughed. She didn't expect that he would become so cute when he was drunk.

He was actually much cuter now than the first time she saw him get drunk.

"Terence, honey, let me hug you, okay? Just for one minute!"

Carla said while she purposely increased her tone. She quietly touched his chest with one hand and

brushed her chin tenderly against his arm. And then she wanted to bury her head into his arms.

But before she could do so, he pushed her head away.

"Don't touch me!" he refused in a hoarse tone.

Keeping his eyes closed, he frowned.

After being refused twice already, Carla could only stare at his back. She rolled her eyes at him and

pouted.

She thought, 'I can't believe it! How come he's not attracted to me! Is he really drunk?

How could he still perceive so clearly that I'm touching him?'

Soon enough, it dawned on Carla that she had underestimated his vigilance while he was drunk.

With that, she suddenly realized something that made her so excited.

She thought, 'If he's still sensible, does that mean I don't need to worry that he'll sleep with other

women when he's drunk?'

Then, Carla wanted to test how strong his self-control could be, so she thought about how to go about

it.

Although it was 3 o'clock in the morning, Carla was very exhilarated.

She was limping back and forth in the room as if in contemplation, deciding whether to proceed with

her plan or not. After a while, she finally changed into a very revealing nightgown which she didn't wear

that often. The piece was a luxurious garment made of silk which had see-through lace in the chest and

back area.

She then proceeded to open Terence's quilt and went inside quietly.

"Mr. Terence... Mr. Terence, wake up," she whispered.

She shook his arms but she couldn't help giggling when she did so. Earlier, Rainer had helped Terence

change into his nightgown which was—fortunately for Carla—very easy to take off.

Without exerting much effort, she pulled the tie of his robe, revealing his body. As soon as she was

about to touch his chest, her wrist was gripped very firmly.

Terence's grasp was a bit stronger than before. He warned with a hoarse voice, "If you touch me again,

I'll throw you out of here."

Although he opened his eyes this time, he couldn't recognize Carla because she had turned off the

lights. The room was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. All he knew then was that someone was

trying to touch him.

"Why do you refuse me? Mr. Terence, you're a man. Sleeping with me wouldn't do any harm to you..."

Carla said softly, trying so hard not to laugh. She deliberately mumbled so closely into his ear and used

a different voice so he wouldn't know that it was her.

Then, still with her alluring smile, she continued, "Come on, let me touch you... I don't believe you won't

have any reaction with this at all." Soon enough, her hand managed to get under his robe. Her hand

first caressed his navel, just below his well-defined abs. Then, she continued to move down...

But before she could touch where she wanted, a ghastly bone-chilling pain came to her wrist.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Terence An! Let go of my hand! You're going to break it!" Carla screamed at him.

She never expected his instincts to be so alert even if he was drunk.

As soon as he heard the familiar voice, Terence sobered up a little and he immediately loosened her

hand.

He blinked a few times before he could comprehend any words. Then he stuttered, "......Carla?"

His intoxication was fading away and he quickly raised his hand to open the bedside lamp.

As soon as the light was turned on, he saw Carla staring at him resentfully while stroking her wrist

which had been badly hurt by him.

Terence was still dizzy so he pressed on his temples then shook his head quickly to make himself

sober. After making sure that the woman in front of him was actually Carla, he looked around the room.

After a short while, he was sure that he was at home.

"Sorry, I didn't know that it was you. Did I hurt you? Let me see..."

With unsteady movements, he moved towards her. Then, he held her slender wrist while he rubbed

and blew air at it.

Initially, Carla wasn't sure whether he was really drunk. But at that moment, all of her doubts had

disappeared.

There was no doubt that he was really drunk. Although he could speak a little clearer, his floundering

body was enough to prove how drunk he was.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore," Carla told him.

She withdrew her hand and stared at the man who looked so cute in her eyes. How could she be mad

at such a lovely man!

"Why did you drink so much wine? You couldn't even recognize me and our home. On top of that, you

wouldn't even allow me to touch you," she complained.

Terence looked up at her, finally seeing that she was wearing an enchanting nightgown. Suddenly, his

eyes widened. Something uncontrollable aroused in his body.

"That's why you deliberately seduced me?" he asked.

Carla didn't know how to answer him at that moment.

She kept silent for a while. Afraid that her real intentions were being found out, she turned her eyes to

everywhere but him.

After a while, she finally had the courage to explain or a more appropriate term would be, she had the

time to make up excuses. "What? No! I just wanted to take a shower and I changed into this afterward.

Oh! By the way, are you thirsty? I'll just go and get you a glass of water."

Terence didn't stop her. When she came back with the glass of water, he immediately gulped it down.

Then, he wiped his mouth with his hand. But when he looked at the woman in front of him, he still felt

thirsty.

"Carla, can you go and change your clothes?" he finally asked.

"Why?" Carla asked, not understanding why he could still control himself.

"I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself any longer. And I can't assure you that I'll be gentle

when we make love since I've drunk too much. I'm afraid that I'll hurt you..." he explained slowly.

He removed his eyes from her to stop himself from thinking about it any further.

He knew well enough that he could control himself to be gentle with her when he was sober. But right

then, he had no confidence in it. He wasn't willing to satisfy his own physical needs when there was a

risk that he might hurt her.

Carla seemed to understand what he meant and meekly nodded. She opened the quilt and was ready

to change her clothes. But as soon as she got up, she heard Terence take a deep breath.

Looking back, she saw that Terence quickly covered his nose.

Carla didn't know how seductive she looked at that moment.

Her enchanting red nightgown made of silk and lace was see-through. It emphasized her curves

especially from her back to her bottom which made her very alluring. Terence thought that even if he

was sober, he wouldn't be able to control himself when Carla in that nightgown would be right in front of

him.

Let alone right then! One would definitely be more impulsive after drinking and Terence was just a

human who had urges.

Carla couldn't help but burst into laughter. She immediately took a piece of paper towel to help him

wipe.

"Terence, why are you so..." she said while she laughed.

She was really puzzled. He had seen her without clothes on before. Why would he still have

nosebleeds right now? She sighed and thought, 'Alcohol is really harmful!'

Terence raised his head, took the paper towel in her hand and stuffed it into his nose. He looked up at

her with furrowed eyebrows while his eyes couldn't help but stare at her.

"Carla, can you tell Sophie to make a bowl of sobering soup for me?" he said, trying to restrain himself

from lusting over Carla.

Carla nodded and went out of the room to call Sophie.

When she came back, she saw Terence sitting cross-legged on the bed while wearing a sapphire

nightgown made of silk. It was probably because he felt so hot that his neckline was torn open,

revealing his toned pale chest.

Meanwhile, his one nostril was still stuffed with a white paper towel. It made him look funny and cute.

He was totally different from whom he used to be. Even Carla rarely saw him in such a funny

disposition.

So she cherished that moment very dearly.

"Oh! I forgot! I'll change my clothes right now!" Carla exclaimed. She was distracted by his funny

appearance that it took her a while to figure out that it was because of her sexy nightgown. She quickly

went out of the room and changed into an ordinary white nightgown that covered her body.

When his nose stopped bleeding, Terence threw the paper towel into the garbage can. He usually slept

with Carla in his arms. But today he chose to sleep by himself, with his head somewhat heavy and his

eyes closed tight.

Before long, Sophie took the sobering soup up to their room.

Carla went to open the door and let Sophie in.

"Terence, Terence?" Carla called him, trying to make him have the soup while it was still hot.

Terence gradually opened his eyes and saw Carla waking him up with the soup in her hands. He sat up

straight, took the bowl and gulped it down quickly.

"Is there anything else? If there's none, I'll turn off the lights and go to bed," Carla asked when she saw This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

that he had finished the soup.

It was already four o'clock in the morning. She thought that if they still didn't fall asleep soon, daybreak

would come by.

"Okay. Turn off the lights,"

Terence answered, breathing a sigh of relief.

Carla turned off the main light and the bedside lamp. And then, she got ready to lie down in his arms

like usual.

But today, as soon as she touched him, he swiftly moved away from her.

"...... Carla, sleep by yourself tonight," Terence said.