Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 71 What I Want Is Always You

Before she could reply, Terence leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It was only meant to be a

small kiss, but when their lips met, his lips took a mind of its own. He had not seen her in two weeks

and his body wanted more than just her lips.

Carla stopped talking and tried to stay as silent as she could. If she made any amount of sound, even

the tiniest one, she was afraid he might mistake it for her wanting more. Terence might have only

wanted to brush his hand with hers but now, he gave more than that with his kiss and caress. What a

mistake!

"What is on your mind? Shall we have some dinner now? I can't stay long. I'm leaving again tomorrow

morning. So you have to stay with me after dinner!" Terence finally broke his embrace around Carla.

He filled her plate with food and filled a bowl of porridge for her.

Carla sat down to eat and savor her food. As she took another bite, she asked Terence, "Why do you

have a key to my home?"

Terence sat across Carla, about to enjoy the last spoonful of porridge in his bowl, when she asked him

the question. He placed the bowl on the table and faced Carla before he answered, "This is 'our' home,

Carla. Of course I have a key! Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were going to move while I was

gone? I would have returned earlier to help you move and spend more time with you."

He wouldn't have known about the move if Sean hadn't called and told him.

Carla laughed at herself for asking such a silly question. Of course Terence had a key! He was the one

who chose this house for them. She owed him this favor.

When they finished eating, Carla stood to clear the table and clean the dishes. But Terence stopped

her and took the plates from her. He was going to wash the dishes this morning.

Terence continued to clean the kitchen after he finished with the dishes. Carla watched this tall figure

move around inside the small kitchen. He had been born into a well-off family but his feelings for her

had never changed.

She just imagined how it was like in his own home. Terence lived in a sea view villa, surrounded by

dozens of house help staff and bodyguards. He was never alone. He never needed to do anything at

his home. And yet, here he was, humming while he cleaned the kitchen in her small home.

"What's on your mind?"

While she was imagining his home life, Terence had already finished and exited the kitchen to join her.

He wiped his slightly damp hands in a kitchen towel and draped it on the dining chair. He wrinkled his

forehead while he stared at Carla and asked, "Why do you have those dark circles under your eyes?

Have you been having trouble sleeping?"

Carla didn't exactly know what her problem was these days. All she knew was she had trouble sleeping

at night and was still up way past midnight.

"Is it your work? You can always look for an easier job. Or just resign. Stay here. I can take care of you,

support you. I just don't want to see you suffer or get sick,"

Terence whispered. He caressed her under her eyes, down her cheek, and around her jaw.

"It's not work," Carla said.

"Then it must be related to your health then. How about we do this? Tomorrow I'll leave in the afternoon

so I can come with you to the hospital in the morning," Terence took her hand and escorted her to her

bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed and went back to the kitchen to get her a glass of milk to drink. He handed

her the glass and said, "Drink the milk. It'll be good for your sleep."

"Thanks," Carla said and took the glass. She finished it before she placed it on her nightstand.

Terence watched her finish her milk. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head. He smiled at her and

said, "Rest. I'm just going to take a shower." He took his bathrobe on the way to the bathroom.

When Terence closed the bathroom door, Carla turned her attention to the vanity table near the

window.

She lifted her legs off the bed and strode to the table. She pulled open the bottom drawer and pulled

out a small black box. She opened the box to reveal a beautiful gemstone ring.

She suspected that her insomnia was related to this ring.

When she found the ring, Carla had invited a reliable and very expensive jewelry expert to appraise its

value.

She needed to know whether it was a fake or the real thing. And if it was real, she wanted to know how

much it was worth.

If it was a fake ring, then she wouldn't need to go to great lengths to hide it. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

But, she was in total shock when she got the result.

It was a two-hundred-year-old antique. The work on the ring was fine and exquisite and it had been

preserved so well, so it looked like it was brand new. This ring was especially rare and was estimated

to be valued at ten million at least. Carla was so confused. Why didn't her parents tell her about this

family treasure? Was it really her family's?

If they had sold it a long time ago, they could have saved their family. They could have used it for the

best medical care in the world!

Carla didn't understand.

She was filled with so much grief and confusion.

Carla had her eyes on the ring, studying it intently that she didn't hear Terence walk out of the

bathroom. Terence wondered what Carla had in her hand that kept her oblivious about everything

around her.

"Where did this ring come from? It's got such fine workmanship with good texture. Such high quality,"

Terence praised as he held the ring up high and used the light to study it. Terence dried his hair with a

towel on one hand while he gazed at the ring on his other hand.

"What a beautiful treasure. Is it a family heirloom?" he asked.

Terence returned the ring to Carla and was puzzled at the confused expression on her face.

Carla's face lit up at Terence's last question. She replaced the ring in the box before she turned to

Terence. "Terence, can you do me a favor?"

He was from JA City, a city with a lot of experts and where his family, the An family, had a lot of

connections. He might be able to help trace the source of the thing.

"Do you want to sell it? This must cost millions but, you should save it, for the family. Besides, we don't

need the money," Terence teased. He knew selling it was not her intention. She could be a tightwad but

she was also a girl of principle.

Carla fixed a glare at Terence. Yes, if her parents were still alive, she would sell it without a doubt.

But she was no longer in that desperate financial situation.

Carla exhaled and handed the ring to Terence. She explained, "I don't know where this ring came from,

or its history. And I want to know." Carla smiled and asked, "Can you help me find out?"

She continued, "I don't believe it's a family heirloom. Or my mom would have told me before she died.

But she didn't mention anything. But it's a very precious and priceless ring and I can't think of a single

reason why she kept this a secret.

There's definitely a story behind this. And I need to know. I want to know everything!"

Marian was very careful with herself, her home, her things, and with Carla. Carla grew up to be very

independent because Marian taught her everything that was important since she was a child. And

Marian also told her what could and shouldn't touch at home.

Carla might be just a teenage girl when her parents died but she still knew what was in their family

assets.

And if Carla had discovered this ring earlier, she would definitely have wanted to know more.

"I can have that done. But you need to understand, it won't be an easy task, tracing the source of this

antique ring. There are a lot of affluent families this ring can belong to. And if we ask them one by one,

it'll take at least a year," Terence replied. A grin formed on Terence's face and he reached out to caress

her cheek.

He continued, "But, if you give me the right price, I can make the search faster."

Carla huffed but agreed, "Fine. If you can find out where the ring is from, I'll share the money with you,

80-20. 20% is yours."

"You are really such a tightwad, Carla! But, I don't need the money. I'm not here to take even a single

penny from you!" Terence did not want Carla's proposal. He had his own. He smiled at her, as genuine

as a smile could be.

"What I want has always been clear and has never changed. You're the one I've always wanted. Give

yourself to me and I will help you with this ring."

Carla waited for him to finish before she scratched his foot. "Ow!" Terence screamed in pain. He

rubbed his foot and argued, "Were you a cat in your previous life, Carla? Why did always you scratch

me?"

"A cat? Of course not! Cats are too mild!" Carla joked. She yawned and returned to her bed to get

away from Terence.

Carla did like cats, even though she was too busy to take care of one.

When she realized Terence had no intention of leaving, she sat down on a chair again, away from the

bed. She didn't want to give him any indication that she wanted him to do more than touch her.

Terence watched Carla's every movement and knew exactly what she had in mind. But she forgot that

Terence controlled everything, not her. And he wasn't staying in any other room tonight.

He might have took another room and even put his belongs there but only to mislead Carla.

"Oh yes. I highly agree with you. Because you are never a mild one!" Terence grinned. He strode

towards her and picked her up in his arms from the chair and towards the bed.

Carla tried to stop him but was only successful in kicking the chair. She kept fighting him off but the

next thing she knew, he had dropped her on the bed.

Terence joined her on the bed and wrapped her in his arms tightly before she could protest. He covered

them with a blanket and turned off the lamp by the bed.

"You know, Carla, we are both adults here. How long do you really want me to stay celibate?" Terence

whispered heavily in her ear.