Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 26 I'll Dress You Myself

Being upset, Carla had forgotten that her underwear was inside that bundle of clothes she had thrown

at Terence. Feeling embarrassed she blushed, as she watched Terence pulling her bra out in front of

her.

He folded her clothes neatly and stacked them on her bed according to wearing sequence, just like a Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

good housemaid.

Carla felt her cheeks burning with anger when she saw that he had laid her underwear on top of the

stack of clothes. She breathed in deeply to calm herself down and said, "If someone is going to put my

clothes on for me, it will be my future husband! Who do you think you are to touch my clothes?"

She never expected that he would be irritated by what she said.

Terence stopped what he was doing and straightened up, glaring at her angrily.

"I beg your pardon?"

Carla put her hands on her hips. "I said it will only be my future husband who has the right to dress me

and you are not him!"

She ignored his angry expression and took the clothes from the bed turning to go into the bathroom to

change.

But before she had the chance, she was grabbed by two strong hands.

"According to what you just said, then it's my job to dress you. Just enjoy it, sweetheart." Terence held

the sides of her white pajama top and was about to pull it over her head.

Realizing that he wasn't just joking, Carla suddenly felt nervous. She tried to grasp the top with her

hands, but he was more powerful.

"Terence, stop! I'll call the police and tell them that you're harassing me. Just stop!" she said in a loud

desperate voice. Carla scowled at him. They had flirted, caressed and kissed, but they had never made

love. She was afraid of what was going to happen.

If this scenario had happened before she found out who he really was, she would probably have

indulged herself and allowed him to dress her or have even been intimate with him. Because at that

time, she thought they were from the same world.

But now things were different. They would most likely break up sooner or later, so she didn't want to

cross that line with him and make things more complicated.

"Harass, huh? That's a minor charge. I want to make it a bit more severe if you know what I mean."

Terence smiled wickedly. The thin material of the pajamas was nothing for his strong hands.

With one tug, the pajama was torn off.

It happened so fast that Carla hadn't even realized until her skin felt cooler.

She looked down and saw that her pajama lay in tatters around her waist. Her bar was unhooked the

next second, and then he put the new one on her and hooked it carefully.

Then the scent of freshly washed clothes dropped over her head. She was being dressed as a baby

would be. One of her arms was lifted and inserted into a sleeve and then the other. The top was then

adjusted and smoothed down around her body.

"That's my girl,"

Terence said, satisfied. Then he frowned, looking at her pajama bottoms, thinking of how to change

them quickly.

Realizing what Terence was planning on doing, Carla quickly grabbed a pair of pants and rushed into

the bathroom and locked herself inside. She rested her back against the door to catch her breath.

Terence laughed out loud when he saw her run off. He bent down and scooped up her torn pajama

from the floor and brought the material to his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in her lovely

scent.

Carla finally came out panting as if she had just escaped from some sort of danger.

'He has finally shown his true colors. What a jerk! But why do I feel like I keep falling into his trap?' she

thought.

After composing herself, Carla checked her watch. If she didn't hurry up she would be late for work.

Late in the evening that day

when she had just finished work, even though Carla was really tired, she didn't want to go home. So

she stalled by riding her scooter around the streets.

Thinking about the incident with Terence that morning, her heart suddenly began to beat faster. She felt

nervous but excited as well.

The phone in her pocket kept vibrating, so she finally pulled over to the side to check the phone. The

number displayed on the screen was her home number. She was reluctant to answer because she

didn't know if it was Sean or Terence and she didn't know how to deal with Terence just yet.

"Hello..." she answered.

"Carla, it's me. Are you still at work?"

"I'm nearly off duty. I'll be coming home shortly,"

feeling relieved that it was only Sean, she relaxed.

"Okay. Please be as quick as you can. We are both waiting for you so we can all enjoy this deliciously

cooked meal that Terence has prepared. He won't let me start without you. He says we have to wait for

you. Please hurry. I'm starving,"

Sean said while he glanced at Terence who was listening to their conversation.

After hanging up the phone, Carla sat on her scooter for a moment to collect her thoughts. There was

only one place for her to go now and that was home. She heaved a deep sigh and turned the scooter

around.

She arrived home and grudgingly went inside.

Seeing that Carla was back, Sean quickly brought her slippers to her. He couldn't wait to have dinner.

Terence walked over to her, taking her coat. He hung it up like he usually did and said, "Carla, welcome

home. Wash your hands and let's have dinner."

Carla had been used to this routine and in the past, it hadn't seemed out of place. But now, it felt

strange to Carla and made her feel uncomfortable. Knowing that the man who was staying with them,

cooked their meals and did meaningless household chores was not used to that sort of lifestyle. He

was used to having things done for him instead. For goodness sake, he had a chauffeur-driven Rolls-

Royce limousine!

She couldn't understand why he had chosen to do all of that for her. Since when did a privileged

wealthy childe like to serve the poor? It just didn't make any sense and it was very hard for her to

accept.

"Carla, I told you that Terence wasn't an ungrateful man. It turns out that I am right," said Sean pouting

at his sister. The previous night, when Carla had told him that Terence would be staying with his family

and wouldn't return, he didn't believe her.

So when Terence came back today, he finally proved to Carla that he was right.

"Yes, let's eat," Carla replied quietly. She put a spoonful of rice in her plate and bowed her head down

to eat. She avoided meeting Terence's eyes.

Terence furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't just eat the rice. I have made a few different dishes for you.

Here, try them," he said as he

got the chopsticks and piled fish, her favorite, stir-fried vegetables and shelled shrimp, of which he

shelled himself onto her plate. Soon, her plate was so full of food that she didn't know where to begin.

Sean watched and felt jealous that Carla was getting all of the attention.

"Terence, I'm still a kid, but Carla is an adult. Why are you picking dishes for her instead of me? It's

unfair,"

complained Sean, as he poked his chopsticks against his plate annoyed.

Terence realized that he was favoring Carla over Sean so he put some shrimp onto his plate as well.

"This is for you. Your sister has worked hard all day, so we should take more care of her. Besides, there

is plenty of food for you to eat. Help yourself," Terence explained.

Sean was satisfied with Terence's explanation. He then glanced at Carla and then back at him and

asked, "Terence, did you and my sister have a row?

I was scared because I thought you weren't going to come back anymore. I am so glad that you are

with us now."

Terence paused for a moment to wipe his hands on a napkin. "That's not going to happen. But you

have reminded me of something. Sean, how would you like to come to my city and study there?

There are many schools where I come from. Some of which have a very good reputation. If you study

at one of these schools, you will have a much better education. What do you say?"

Sean was Carla's weak spot and Terence was taking advantage of that. He knew that if Sean were to

attend a school there, she would follow to be with him.

However, he wasn't expecting her reaction. Before Sean had a chance to say anything, Carla spoke

up, "Definitely not!" Carla flatly refused on behalf of her little brother. "Sean has lived here for many

years. He has made a lot of friends and gets along well with his classmates. It's not a good idea for him

to separate from them."

With a mouth full of shrimp, Sean looked at Carla's angry face and said, "That sounds good to me.

When you two get married someday, I will surely be living with you, so it's not a bad idea if I move

there."

Just like some of the kids from his class, when their parents moved to another city they naturally went

with them. It was very common.

Family was much more important to him than his classmates, so he didn't have a problem with

accepting Terence's suggestion.

"Ahem!"

Carla cleared her throat in shock. She turned to Sean and frowned. She felt like kicking him under the

table. 'What an unreliable sibling he turns out to be!'