Love is the Sunshine

"So why did you come to find me?"

Terence asked Carla in a low baritone voice.

Facing a bit of a dilemma, Carla herself was also wondering. Didn't she use to hate it when other people got her into trouble? That was the sole reason why she never bothered others for any form of help.

But this time was a little different. It was him who had distracted those thugs for her and Sean. And she was so moved after hearing Terence tell them to run home first and ask Sean to take good care of her.

"Nothing. I just came back to check if you were okay because you still owe me some money. If you died, how would I get my money back? Come on. I can't just leave you alone here,"

Carla stated while helping Terence to slowly get up.

Terence let out a soft chuckle as he saw that Carla was obviously desperately trying to mask her anxiety.

"Really? Are you sure it's not because you've already fallen in love with me?

That's the reason you came back to find me, right? You were worried about me, weren't you? Ow, ow, ow,"

Terence suddenly cried out in pain before he could even finish his words.

It was due to Carla deliberately pinching his injured leg. "Don't flatter yourself. Other than having good looks, what else do you have? You neither have any money nor a high social status. And to top it all off, you are such a troublemaker. Why would I fall for you?" Carla retorted.

'If he were in a higher status, how could those thugs dare to hurt him?'

Carla thought as she helped Terence get on to her scooter. "Hold on to me tight. Be careful, and try not to fall off. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable," she added.

Wrapping his arms tightly around Carla's waist, Terence replied delightedly,"Don't worry. With a beauty like you in my arms, there's no way I'm ever letting go."

Soon they arrived at a small clinic around the neighborhood.

Carla knew a clinic where her friend Harrow worked in, so she had driven Terence there directly. And as soon as they got off the scooter, she started calling Harrow.

A few minutes later, Harrow welcomed them at the door and let them in.

In the clinic.

Terence was given a preliminary examination by Harrow. He then proceeded to dress his wounds, and give him an injection.

"I'll give him three days' worth of prescription medicaction. Make sure he takes them on time, and he should rest in bed for at least three days as well. If the pain doesn't subside after taking the medicine, you should have him checked immediately at the hospital,"

Harrow advised Carla as he prepared the medicine for Terence.

Who is that man? What's the relationship between you two?" he

street. He was hurt and I couldn't

if he's just a friend of yours. There is something unusual about the wounds on his body because I found some traces of a bullet grazing him. If he

identity is certainly suspicious, and I think you'd better distance yourself from him,"

Harrow's advise, Carla was in deep thought for a moment. When she looked up, she met Terence's eyes as he

the clinic

they arrived home

his legs bandaged up, Terence seriously needed to

the couch wasn't wide enough for Terence to be able to rest well. And in fact, it was actually a bit too

mentioned that he had to rest in bed for at least three days. Lying on the couch wouldn't help him get

to move Terence into her room so

of the two was

really that big, it was still much bigger than Sean's. Carla believed it

quilt of yours? It's already late now. Aren't

looked puzzled when he noticed Carla carrying her quilt to the

intensely glared

she was planning to do, but he still asked her anyway.

pitied him and gone back to find him. She should have just left him there to die

got for being softhearted? At the end, she had even

would come where she would have no choice but

and take up my bed? Now, you want me to sleep with you, too?" Carla screamed angrily. She glared intensely at

"Wait,"

in the couch. It's too hard, and you won't be able to fall asleep. Come on. Look

could be enough to sleep on. But that cheap couch was not comfortable at all.

that his kind gesture

too hard? Are you kidding me? It's your couch that is hard. All of your couches are as hard

bolted toward the door, her thundering steps shaking the floor, and then strode

fate would have it, it turned out what

a hard time trying to find a comfortable position and couldn't

on the couch before. But who in their right mind would sleep on the couch when it was much more comfortable to sleep in the bedroom anyway?

like a thousand times, she still couldn't find sleep. And even though she was lying on her quilt, her back

tossing and turning countless times, Carla finally fell into a deep slumber.

The morning after...

Carla slept like a log that she couldn't

it only rang for a

turned it off as soon