Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 309 A Beast And His Beauty

"But I'm used to sleeping in your arms," Carla stated, declining Terence's idea of sleeping away from

each other. With her arm reached out to hold Terence's arm in place, she inched closer towards him. In

spite of the strong smell of alcohol, his arms were warm as usual.

When her fingers touched his chest, however, she got startled. "Oh my god, your body is burning. Do

you have a fever or something?" she asked.

Terence furrowed his eyebrows but he remained silent. He closed his eyes and felt her fingers gently

go over from his chest to his forehead. She was trying to see if he had a fever.

He slowly shoved her hand away and firmly said, "I'm fine. Just go to sleep."

"How could you be fine? You're burning up," Carla exclaimed. Anxiously, she rose up and immediately

covered him with the quilt. Then an idea clicked in her mind. She said, "I'll get a cool towel for you."

But when she was about to get off the bed, he got hold of her wrist.

"No need to be so worked up. I'm fine. Just go back to sleep. I'll be better when I wake up," he said.

After that, he pulled her back to the bed. Even though Terence was drunk, he thought about how

Carla's leg was still in bad condition. So he didn't want to trouble her.

Carla was stunned for a few moments, then she said, "Well, fine. If you say so." Since he refused any

help, Carla decided to let it go. She bit her lip and unwillingly lay back on the bed beside him.

After exhaling deeply, Terence turned around with his back facing her. He wanted to avoid looking at

her seductive face.

Carla didn't say anything more. She just moved closer to him, leaned her face against his back and

slowly closed her eyes.

After a while, she heard a strong gasp in the dark.

She unconsciously reached out her arm and it landed around his waist. Trying to see if he was alright,

she continued to move her hand downwards. When she happened to skim over a certain part, she was

startled. Her eyes threw open in surprise.

"Oh my! Terence!" she cried out, waking up and surprising Terence.

"What's wrong?"

Terence asked, his voice cracking.

"What happened to you?" she stammered, feeling embarrassed with the situation. "You have to go to

the bathroom and check yourself right now. Are you okay? Do you need me to call Rainer?" Carla

threw question after question at him in shock.

"I already told you I'm fine," he reassured her.

"What do you mean by 'fine'? I can tell that you're not fine. Tell me the truth. How long have you been

like that? I'm worried about you," she pressed on the situation.

She thought that he had too much alcohol earlier. On top of that, he even had a nose bleed. Carla was,

of course, worried about him.

"I'm going to take a bath. Go back to sleep, Carla," Terence mumbled.

With that, he tossed the quilt off him, jumped off the bed and staggered toward the bathroom in the

dark.

Carla got up and looked at the direction of the bathroom, but she couldn't see anything. She only heard

his wobbly footsteps. No matter what she told herself, she was still worried about him. So she followed

him and waited outside the bathroom, in case he would need any help.

About half an hour later, the door was pushed open

and Terence slowly came out. Carla immediately came up to him and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better," he replied lightly while he slowly inhaled through his nose. Then, without looking at her,

he walked past her.

"Where are you going? That's not the way to the bed," Carla reminded him. It seemed like he was still

in a daze from the alcohol. He walked too fast for her to keep up with his pace.

"Ouch!" she cried out.

Because she struggled to follow him, she stumbled and hurt her foot.

Her groan caused him to halt. He turned back immediately and rushed by her side.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" he asked anxiously, bending over to check her injured foot.

All of a sudden, Carla flung her arms around his neck and drew him closer to her.

Every time Terence got drunk, he would always behave weirdly. It would always be in a way that Carla

would describe as "un-Terence-like". Carla couldn't understand why so right then, she decided to finally

figure it out.

"Tell me the truth. What's wrong with you? What's wrong about your 'down there'?" she asked, while

her finger swept over his most sensitive part which was still as stone-hard as when he went into the

bathroom.

She wasn't making an unnecessary fuss about it. He seemed to be unusually quiet but his eyes were

intense, so she thought that there might be something that he was holding back from her.

She had seen him deal with temptation before, but not like this, so it made her feel worried about him.

After exhaling deeply, he finally confessed, "I want to have sex with you so badly Carla. In other words,

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Apparently, his answer took Carla by surprise. For a while, she was at a loss for words and she made

no response. As soon as she took in his words, she giggled sheepishly.

'Thirsty?' she repeated it in her mind with difficulty.

'With a beauty within his reach anytime, how could he say that?' she thought to herself.

She then wondered to herself why he didn't ask for her help. It seemed like he was suppressing his

emotion for some reason that she couldn't imagine.

Holding back her giggle, Carla leaned forward, held up his face delicately and kissed him. In the dark,

she blushed so hard while her eyes flickered.

He frowned a little. He had been struggling for a long while, only to be caught off guard by a single kiss

from Carla.

The woman, however, had no idea what was waiting for her.

Terence knew that he always became a beast whenever he got drunk. He would always lose self-

control and give in to his natural instincts.

But it was obviously too late. Just a single kiss from her had shaken his resolve. There was no going

back from there.

The morning after that, Carla was lying still on the bed. She couldn't move at all while she stared at the

ceiling with a pained expression on her face.

She now understood why Terence tried so hard to control himself.

She finally found out what he meant when he said "to keep you safe."

Unfortunately, she was the one who asked for trouble in the first place. So there was no one else to

blame but herself.

'Damn it! He's nothing but a beast when he's drunk, a ravenous beast, ' she cursed in her mind.

"Do you still feel pain, honey?"

he asked. Furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with guilt. He sat on the bed next to her and

gently applied some ointment on her skin where she got bruises.

Carla inhaled deeply and immediately winced. Even breathing was painful. "Why didn't you tell me

earlier?" she asked. Her voice had a hint of reproach. "If I had any clue about what would happen, I

wouldn't have asked for trouble," she added.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. It was all my fault. I had too much alcohol yesterday," Terence softly stated.

Remorse was apparent in his voice. He set the ointment on the bedside table and reached out his arms

to hold her shoulders gently. He lowered his head to give her a soft kiss in apology and hoped that it

would help ease her pain.

Afterward, there was silence. Terence didn't know what to say anymore to express his regrets. Carla

spoke first, "I am wondering if you could ask your brother about the wine or whatever you had

yesterday. I keep on thinking that he might have added some drugs in the wine." She probed, trying to

figure out what made him act like that. He was completely not his usual self.

She felt as if multiple of her bones were broken. What she was feeling exceeded the ones that she had

experienced before a hundred times over.

Indeed, it was unbearable and she wanted to cry in pain.

She thought that Rhys must have played some tricks on Terence.

"I don't think he would do that. Besides, I don't need those things. You're like a drug to me Carla. Just

one kiss from you and every bit of my sanity would be thrown out the window. It works much better than

anything else," he smiled ruefully. His voice sounded ashamed as if he was confessing something

disgraceful. At any rate, he was glad to see that he didn't hurt her leg to make the situation even worse.

If he had, he wouldn't forgive himself.

She glowered at him, pouting. But soon enough, she decided to drop the topic and said, "Terence, I'm

hungry."

Terence smiled and responded, "Just lie here and take some rest. I'll cook for you today." He carefully

adjusted her on the bed and then headed towards the door.

Not long after he left, her phone rang on the desk.

She rolled over to reach the phone. The moment she saw the caller's ID, she trembled a little.

"Hello," she answered in hesitation.