Love is the Sunshine novel Chapter 83

Terence fervently watched the woman on his laptop as he listened to the tune she was singing. Everything sounded clear that it was quite impressive. Yeah, there was just no way she'd ever think that a camera was set in her bedroom and hidden cameras these days recorded sounds.

'Oh, my God, you ungrateful woman!' Terence couldn't help himself from springing up and swearing in a fit of rage as he peered upon her through the screen. The woman's face wasn't showing any signs of worry or distress in spite of all the things he had done for her.

'Has she already forgotten everything about a man called Terence after having dinner with that Noah guy for just once?!' Rage began welling up inside him, and it was already starting to show through his eyes.

Terence clenched his teeth upon seeing Carla leisurely relaxing on her bed, about to doze off. 'She had got the audacity to even sing?'

His chest got filled up with so much jealousy as he started visualizing Carla and Noah having some fancy dinner together. He was also upsetting at the same time that he could feel his veins were about to burst.

Just when he was about to lose it, the woman on the screen suddenly sat up from her bed. It took almost all of his strength just to control his anger and force himself to sit back down on the chair, extremely eager to discover what this woman would be up to next. Fixing his eyes on the target, he tried his best to just patiently watch as the woman kept on tossing and turning all over the bed. On the other side of the monitor, actually, Carla just felt an itch on her back so she pulled up her pajamas a little. However, it wasn't of much help at all. After that, she reached out her uninjured arm toward her back and scratched but to no avail. Still feeling so itchy, she straight up took her pajamas off just below her waist and continued scratching even much more vigorously, and she just kept on doing that until she got satisfied. Then, finally, she fixed herself up, put her pajamas on, and rolled over into the quilt.

She had no idea that all of it was being carefully tediously observed through the camera under the guise of the new "light bulb" which the inspector had just replaced for her. And another thing, she also wasn't aware that Terence was watching her every move clearly from the opposite side of the camera. On any typical day, who would be cautious and mindful of their actions inside their own bedrooms? No one. Neither did Carla.

If everyone had to behave themselves in their bedroom the way they always tend to do whenever they were out in public, just what kind of miserable life would that be?

Terence wasn't really expecting any of those things to be happening in front of his very eyes. To cool himself off and bring the intense passion that began emanating in between his legs up to his brain, he took a heavy breath of air. Only the Gods watching from above would know what kind of fantasies he could possibly be having right now inside that head of his. If Carla were a piece of meat, for sure, his hands would've already been all over her, preparing to marinate her to cook her on a hot pan and enjoy a feast all to himself.

Taking in one big gulp, he still felt the uneasiness on his chest crawling up to his throat. In the end, he decided to just close his laptop and head straight to the shower.

On the room just beneath the light bulb, Carla had been staring mindlessly on the bed frame for quite some time while her head was drawing a blank. Since she found it hard to fall asleep, she grabbed her phone, unlocked it, and scrolled around randomly. However in the end, she couldn't find anything that was interesting so she turned off the screen and just laid silently on her bed.

She kept staring at the ceiling, not feeling sleepy at all.

In a small confined space deep inside her heart, someone she had decided to keep locked up for good kept on pounding, so desperate to come out. For every single moment after finding out about the engagement, she had tried her best to keep herself from thinking about anything that has to do with this certain man. It was not until the ungodly hour that she would finally let her real emotions take over and let herself be free to even picture his face.

After that, she would immediately lock him back up in his imaginary cell, and only then would she be able to finally fall into sleep.