Terence was enjoying how Carla was looking after him. At the same time, his hand fumbled around Carla's waist. Carla looked at his satisfied face and gave him a kick on the leg to remind him to behave himself.
She took the bowl of soup and scooped out a spoonful of it. Then, she blew on it gently and after making sure that it was cool enough, she placed the spoon in front of his mouth, prompting him to eat.
"By the way, how was Sean doing when you saw him today?" Terence asked after he took the spoonful of soup. It occurred to him that Sean had been left alone for quite a long time. The last time he saw Sean was two months ago. He wanted to know whether he was doing all right.
"He was very sad when he heard about your death. I couldn't even bear to see him cry," Carla said as she sighed. She took a tissue and wiped the food from Terence's mouth.
Terence thought for a while before saying, "Carla, I think we'd better tell Sean the truth. He's a big boy now. I think he can keep this secret for us.
Or we can also let him move here and live with us."
Carla shook her head and replied, "I don't think so. Sean is only ten years old. He sometimes can't control his emotions very well since he's still growing up. He might say something out of impulse. So, we have to wait before everything is settled."
She didn't want to lie to Sean and hurt his feelings either. But she had to put Terence's safety above everything else.
"You are the boss. But I really do miss him. It has been two months. Maybe he already grew up a little bit," Terence hopefully stated. Terence finished eating and then he leaned on the sofa with one arm under his head.
Carla had the servants clean up the table. She noticed that the infusion was almost finished, so she pulled out the needle for him.
As soon as Terence's hand was set free, he jumped up and grabbed Carla by the waist.
"Terence, put me down, right now!" Carla screamed in shock. It had only been two days since he came back. He had wounds all over his body, and he was too weak to hold Carla.
"No! I'm not a cripple! I can still take up my woman!" Terence ignored her and brought her upstairs until they stopped in front of the bedroom. He kicked the door open and rushed inside. He placed her down on the bed gently and started kissing her not a second after.
"Terence! Stop it! The doctor said you have to rest well. He specifically told you not wear yourself out!" Carla exclaimed in an attempt to stop him. She raised both her legs and arms to resist and dodged Terence's face.
Terence wasn't pleased that he was being refused especially with the reasons that she was giving him. He pressed her arms in the bed and smiled wickedly, "Carla, the doctor also said that proper excise is good for recovery."
Then he leaned down and kissed her lips.
Finally, Carla lost her strength and gave up gradually.
However, half an hour later, Terence hadn't stopped.
An hour later, he was still in high spirits.
Carla was so exhausted. 'Is this still just proper excise?' she couldn't help but curse in her mind.
The next day when Carla woke up, Terence was already up. She looked around the room and found that Terence was sitting on the sofa in front of the window.
She stared at him. His white T-shirt under the sunlight made him dazzling like an angel. His hair was a little longer than before, so it looked rough right then. He was both wild and elegant.
Suddenly, Carla raised her shoulders a little in surprise. She blinked her eyes to make sure that what she was seeing was real. She saw that Terence was smoking!
No wonder he chose to sit by the window. The wind blew away the smoke so that she wouldn't be able to smell it.
"Terence, what are you doing?"
Carla didn't put on her shoes but tiptoed to him stealthily. Terence was startled by her and put out the cigarette in the ashtray quickly. Then he turned around and gave her a smile.
"Carla, you're awake," he said, avoiding the important matter at hand.
Carla came closer to him and glanced at the half-finished cigarette. Then, she took his hand and smelled it. "Why did you smoke?" she asked.
Terence smiled and put his arm around her shoulder.
"It doesn't matter. I only smoke occasionally," he reassured her.
Carla nodded as she picked up the silver case beside the ashtray. She opened it and took out one cigarette. Then, she used the lighter to lit it up.
She put it in her mouth and took a hit. However, she coughed violently the next second.
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