Love is the Sunshine novel Chapter 187

Carla felt agitated when she found out that there was still fifty-five minutes to go. She stood up from the sofa and paced impatiently around the room.

She glanced at Terence and saw his smiling eyes following her around the room.

She finally stopped pacing and closed her eyes and let out a long exasperated breath. 'Okay, just let him be. He can do whatever he wants. After all, it's a rare opportunity that he will get to gaze at me for such a long time, ' thought Carla.

Terence narrowed his eyes. 'What's she up to?'

Carla then strode off to find the paints, brushes, canvas and everything else that she may need to paint a picture. In the Seaview Villa, you could almost find anything. You named it, and it was probably there.

Painting a picture would be the most time-consuming activity right now.

She prepared the canvas on the easel and squeezed out various paint colors onto the palette.

She then stared at the canvas, mentally working out the outline of the man sitting on the sofa.

Terence couldn't help but laugh out loud when he noticed that Carla was using him as her model. Actually, he admired her cleverness.

This way, not only could she ease the embarrassment but also—

"Hey! Don't move! Get into a relaxed pose and then stop moving!"

demanded Carla.

Terence cleared his throat and said, "Okay, when you finish it, I'll get it framed and hang it up in the living room."

Carla wanted to laugh at his suggestion, but she held it in and straightened up.

Terence frowned slightly and wondered what the final result would be like since Carla was snickering weirdly.

Carla made a draft with a pencil deciding the rough outline. After that, she started to mix the colors and brush them on the canvas.

Watching Carla, who was totally engrossed in painting Terence almost believed that she could actually be a talented artist.

This woman had so much hidden potential. He thought that he knew everything about her, but she always managed to surprise him with something new.

The minutes ticked away.

Terence looked at his watch and reminded her, "Master Carla, it's already been one hour and twenty minutes. Have you finished it yet? My back is sore, and my legs are numb," complained Terence.

"Shh! Don't move!" Carla was doing the final touches. She dipped her brush into the water and mixed it with some black paint on the palette. Then, she applied it to the canvas.

Terence couldn't imagine what the final piece would be like. He was waiting for a catastrophe.

But, since Carla was in the mood, he would endure the discomfort until she finished it.

Finally, after two hours, Carla had finished her masterpiece. Terence was already numb since he didn't move at all.

"All right!"

Carla let out a deep breath and put down the paintbrush.

Terence began to rub his stiff body. Only Carla dared to make him hold the same position without moving for two hours.

When Carla saw his discomfort, she hurried over to check on him and stopped him from getting up. "Are you tired? Let me help you—"

She pushed him back to the sofa and began to rub his legs to ease the pain.

"It's okay; you don't need to. Even if you've painted me into a pig I won't blame you," said Terence.

Since Carla was treating him so well, he assumed that she was making up for it because the painting was terrible.

Carla held back her laugh and nodded. Then, she got on the sofa and rubbed his back. "Are you feeling better?"

Terence heaved out a sigh. The better she treated him, the more apprehensive he felt about the painting.