Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 79 He Was Getting Engaged

It made Terence swallow what he intended to say, quickly.

'Only for you, Carla, ' Terence thought to himself.

He wasn't always a man of his word. He would make random promises to others when he had to, yet

whether he would keep them was another completely different matter.

But he meant every word he had said to Carla. He said he loved her and he would protect her and

Sean, and he would no matter what. There was no way he would ever let her leave him.

"Take good care of yourself. By the way, I will send you an invitation when I get engaged. Because you

saved my life. But you don't need to come with gifts. I understand your situation,"

Terence said slowly and with difficulty in his low and deep voice. But it was difficult to tell what his true

feelings were without listening carefully.

Carla was angry when he finally admitted that he would take another woman. And now, he said that he

would send her an invitation card to his engagement party. He even implied that she couldn't afford the

gifts guest would give the couple, which made her even angrier.

"Gifts? Damn you, Terence! Go to hell! I never want to see you again!"

she blurted out an angry curse.

Terence smiled silently to himself. But there was not a single hint of delight in his eyes.

"How rude! You are such an ungracious woman. You're only worthy enough to be married to a lowlife,

such as a peasant or a laborer.

I'm going to hang up now. I have told you all you need to know. There is nothing more to say to you."

Terence hung up the phone. The very moment he put the phone down, a pair of delicate hands with

purple nail polish snaked their way around his waist and hugged him. "Terence, it's late. Why don't you

go to bed? Be careful or you will catch a cold. It's freezing here on the rooftop at night."

Terence looked down at the pair of delicate hands. Carla's skin were also very fair, but she never wore

nail polish.

She always cooked for her brother with that pair of fair hands, even though it wasn't delicious.

She did what she wanted to do, without beating around the bush.

Carla was infuriated when Terence hung up on her.

She threw the phone on to the bed angrily. She wished she were an eagle and could fly over to JA City

to scratch Terence with her talons until he was all bloodied. With both hands clenched into fists, she

yelled out, "Ungracious? Me? Ha, Ridiculous!

How dare you, Terence! I'm the ungracious one now, huh? If I had been so ungracious, I would not NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

have saved your life in the first place! Casting me aside now just so you can be with another woman?

Shame on you Terence! You're the ungrateful one here! And what? I can only marry a lowly peasant,

huh? Then why did you have to keep pestering me, since I'm certainly not good enough for a noble

master like you?"

Carla squeezed and kneaded the quilt irritably while she thought of him and his offensive insults. 'Well,

that bastard has banished all thoughts of sleep tonight.' She was wide awake too worked up to go to

sleep.

"Pfft..."

She punched her pillow too hard and accidentally knocked her wound. The pain was so bad that she

felt a cold sweat rising.

Carla clenched her teeth in pain and cursed Terence with all the mean words she could think of the

whole night.

The next morning, when Carla saw the driver, Carey Zhang, downstairs, she was a little surprised. He

still came to pick Sean up and take him to school, as usual. So she went downstairs to explain some

things to him.

Since she had broken up with Terence, there was no longer a reason for Carla to accept Terence's

generosity anymore.

"Miss Carla, Mr. Terence had already paid for the cost of this service for one year. He pays me the

money, I feel obligated to answer only to he. Surely you won't make me pay the money back to him and

leave, will you?"

Carey Zhang was about forty years old and he explained to Carla, feeling somewhat embarrassed, "Mr.

Terence gave me this job only because of my reliability. It allows me to take care of my old mother who

has been bedridden for many years at home when I am free. Heaven knows I really need this job."

After hearing Carey Zhang's explanation, she couldn't say any more.

"I see. Go about your business," said Carla.

Terence would always be so preoccupied with business matters. And now his engagement was around

the corner. Would Terence even remember such a trivial thing as the driver that he had appointed for

Carla?

Especially since he had no lack of money. It would be difficult for him to remember such a small

insignificant amount of money that he paid in advance for.

"Miss Carla, if you need me to drive you anywhere, just let me know.

I usually just take little Sean to school and pick him up after his classes are finished, so I have plenty of

time."

Carey Zhang's nerves had settled once he saw that Carla had accepted his story. Fortunately for

Carey, Terence had already told him what to say just in case this very situation should arise.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't have known how to reply to Carla's question, especially since she asked

unexpectedly.

That afternoon, the police called her and informed Carla that her belongings had been recovered. She

had to go into the police station and give them a witness statement before she could collect them.

When Carla arrived at the police station, she saw the man who had saved her that day.

She remembered that he said his name was Noah.

"Mr. Noah?" Carla called out as she approached him.

Noah was signing some papers when he heard someone call out his name. He turned to see who it

was.

Carla was wearing an elegant, sheer, ink-hued chiffon skirt. That went down to her mid calves and a

white T-shirt with sandals. Although the top didn't hide her bandages, she still looked very chic. The

skirt rippled gracefully when she walked.

Carla waved her hand at Noah to say hello.

She looked sweet and elegant with her shoulder-length hair out. Carla wasn't a person who would

stand out in a crowd, but she did have a natural beauty that seemed to draw people's attention to her.

Even though she was dressed in elegant clothing and looked like a real lady, anyone who knew Carla

could tell that wasn't who she really was. Carla was actually a very lively and vigorous young woman

other than a quiet and sheepish one.

When Noah saw her, his eyes flashed in astonishment for a brief moment.

Indeed, she was very similar to the young version of Mrs. Andrea. Though having never attended any

etiquette classes in her life, Carla had a natural temperament. Much like a delicate and noble orchid,

but at the same time, she could also be a thorny rose.

Everyone could see her natural grace and potential. The only one that didn't, was Carla herself.

"Miss Carla, hello. I'm here to give my witness statement. Are you here for that as well?"

Noah gave her a gracious smile. On the surface, he appeared to be such a gentleman. But in fact, what

lay beneath that facade was someone very sinister.

Noah studied her features. He noticed her delicate white skin and her eyebrows were natural with a

beautiful arch. She had inherited her eyes from Mrs. Andrea, captivating and yet resourceful.

"Yes I am. They have found what was stolen from me," she answered with a pleasant smile. Carla

didn't notice the emotions in his eyes. She sat down in a chair opposite a policewoman and was asked

a series of routine questions by her.

After she had given her witness statement, Carla collected the bag that was stolen from her and

opened it up to check the contents. She was pleasantly surprised to find that everything was still there.

She had only a small amount of cash in the bag at the time. She was most concerned about those

import documents and was greatly relieved to find them all there.

"Mr. Noah?

You're still here. Can I invite you to dinner?

To thank you for saving my life,"

Carla said when she walked out the police station and saw Noah. He was standing next to a black

Land Rover outside the police station and had just finished a telephone conversation. He looked up at

her as he tucked his cellphone away.

"Well, I don't have a place in mind, for dinner. Since you're from BH City, Miss Carla, you would know

where all the delicious food is,"

Noah said with a friendly smile. He had accepted her offer.

Just moments before Carla had arrived, someone had called Noah on the phone. It was to tell him that

the test results had confirmed, without any doubt, that Carla was the daughter of the Hua family. She

was somehow lost many years ago.

Indeed, she was the only daughter.

Andrea had never had another child since Carla's birth. Allen Hua later had to adopted three sons and

a daughter.

But this was a well-hidden secret of the Hua family. Almost no outsider knew anything of it.

"Well, I'd like to treat you to dinner today. Just give me a moment. I'll see if there are any seats

available," Carla pulled out her cell phone. It was the least that she could do. To treat Noah to dinner,

given that he had saved her life.

Even though she wouldn't usually go to fancy expensive restaurants, this occasion shouldn't be

skimped on.

Carla started to search for the most luxurious restaurants in BH City on the Internet. After finding the

customer service number of one, she dialed the number.

Whilst Carla was on the phone inquiring about seat reservations for them, she didn't notice

the cruel intent behind the eyes of the man that she was about to have dinner with.