Love is the Sunshine novel Chapter 308

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!