Love is the Sunshine novel Chapter 40

"Rainer, can't you see that we are having dinner?"

Rainer understood instantly and nodded. "I'm sorry, for disturbing you. Sir."

He made a hasty retreat.

Once out of site, Rainer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. 'Mr. Terence was always so considerate. How could he forget such an important thing?

The only possible explanation, for his abruptness, was that he was preoccupied with other matters, ' he thought.

Rainer just happened to walk in at the wrong moment and asked the wrong question.

That was probably the reason why Nathan didn't go, but sent him instead. How unlucky.

Carla slowly swirled the red wine in the goblet, deep in thought. Then she looked up at Terence who was sitting opposite her. "He seems to be afraid of you."

"Is that so?"

said Terence vaguely while he continued to eat.

In fact, she was the only person here who was not afraid of him.

Carla studied his face intently. But still only found him to be amiable and not intimidating at all. Besides, he genuinely was nice to people. So why would anyone be scared of him?

However, she wasn't aware, that she was the only person who did feel that way about him.

After they had finished dinner, Carla went to the bedroom to check on Sean. Seeing him sound asleep, Carla was reassured and ready to go to her room to have a rest. Then, it suddenly dawned on her, she didn't know where her room was.

'Where is my room?

Where will I be sleeping?' she thought in confusion.

"Miss Carla, this way please—"

The maid arrived right on cue. Bowing politely, she gestured to the elevator in front of them.

Carla followed the maid into the elevator, feeling relieved. When they stopped on the third floor, the maid ushered her into a ridiculously spacious and lavishly decorated "guest room". Then she left.

"Wow, it's so big!

How did I become so lucky? I just randomly saved a stranger, who just so happened to be, a mega-rich and generous guy. I'm on such a roll that I should buy a lottery ticket, which I might win,"

she murmured to herself. Carla eagerly removed her shoes and looked around the luxurious six-star rated room, awestruck.

She deliberately walked around in bare feet, savoring the feeling of soft, plush, snow-white carpet beneath her feet.

Heaven!

Anyone who slept in such a luxurious room would be in a good mood and

Carla was no exception. She put on the slippers provided and yawned, stretching lazily. Humming a cheerful tune, Carla began undressing.

She stripped down to her bra and panty and headed to the bathroom. On the way there, she spied a photo on the beige window sill.

It was a profile shot of Terence. Carla picked the picture up to have a closer look.

Terence looked extremely handsome with his face half turned towards the sun. The angle accentuated his chiseled features and he looked so youthful and full of energy. It seemed that the photo was taken when he was around eighteen years old.

For a brief moment, it crossed her mind as to why there would be a photo of Terence in the guest room. But, she brushed the thought aside. It was his house after all and naturally, there would be photos of him displayed around the place.

Carla hummed cheerfully, as she put the picture back on the window sill.

She glanced back to look around the room, making sure no one was there before opening the door to the bathroom.

When she walked in, what she saw gave her quite a shock.

Carla shrieked out loud, "Aah!"

She covered herself using her hands and stared angrily back at the man in the bathtub. "You! What are you doing in my room?"

Terence lay in the bathtub casually blowing a bubble away from his hand. He glanced up and gave her a smug look.

"Actually, this is my room and why are you here?" he asked smiling wickedly.

Carla stood gaping at him lost for words. But then she put two and two together and realized how it came to this embarrassing moment.

Now she understood why Terence didn't answer that bodyguard named Rainer. It had all fallen into place. The guest room did seem excessively big to Carla. But of course, now she worked out that it wasn't a guest room at all. In fact, it was the master bedroom! Terence had planned it all along. He never organized a guest room for her because he wanted her to stay in his room.

Carla narrowed her eyes at Terence and clenched her teeth. She grabbed a bath towel from the shelf and wrapped it around herself. 'Lucky I still had my bra and underwear on, ' she thought as she turned to leave the bathroom.

Before she managed to leave, Terence grabbed her around the waist.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? It's not your first time seeing me naked in the bath. Why are you being so coy?" said Terence with a flirtatious smile. He then gestured towards the bathtub which was big enough to fit three people. "Come, let's have a bath together."

Carla's cheeks flushed red at the mere thought of what he was suggesting.

She felt his warm wet hands on her.

'So that could only mean one thing. He is standing behind me totally naked!'

At the thought of it, Carla tried to resist the urge to turn around.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could feel herself slowly turning her head around and glancing down. It was as if someone had taken control of her and was making her move.

Terence smiled broadly, flashing his pearly white teeth.

"Are you disappointed? Do you want me to take my shorts off?"

Carla was annoyed with herself. She quickly turned her head back and tapped her forehead with her palm. Carla couldn't believe what she had done. And to even show an expression of disappointment, when she saw that he was dressed in shorts, was so embarrassing. She wanted to die.

'Why won't the ground just open up and swallow me!

I'm so disgraceful!' thought Carla to herself.

Terence saw the remorseful expression on her face and found it both humorous and very sweet. He laughed out loud and

then took her hand and said, "Carla, don't leave. I have tested the water for you. The temperature is just fine. You go and enjoy the bath. I'll just go to another bathroom."

Before she had time to answer, Terence left and closed the bathroom door for her.

Carla looked at herself in the mirror and pinched her cheeks hard to punish herself for what she did.

Finishing the bath, Carla looked around the room discreetly, as she didn't want to make the same mistake again. After she was sure that Terence was not in the room, Carla walked out into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her body.

There was a note on the bedside table, which read:

'Have a good rest. Goodnight—'

Terence didn't want Carla to have a restless sleep worrying about whether he would come into the room, so he wrote her a note to reassure her and let her sleep in peace.

Feeling confident, that there would be no more surprises, Carla relaxed and sat on the bed, which was soft and bouncy. No wonder Terence couldn't get used to the sofa at her house.

The bed was so comfortable!

The moment Carla snuggled into the bed, she was overcome by drowsiness and she quickly fell asleep.

It was the familiar scent of Terence that lingered in his bed that made Carla sleep so well.

Carla slept peacefully through the whole night until the next morning.

"You're awake.

You must have slept well. I had planned to leave at nine, but it's nine-thirty now,"

said Terence, standing in front of the window as he pulled the curtains apart.

Carla yawned and squinted at the bright light coming into the room. "Where's Sean?"

"Rainer took him out."

Terence walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door. "I had someone deliver some clothes for you. Don't worry about the clothes in your suitcase at the hotel. Try these on."

Carla's jaw dropped when she saw the designer clothes. She marveled at the beautiful garments hanging up in the wall to wall closet.

"You really shouldn't have been so generous. I have already troubled you enough by staying in your house. What do you expect me to do with all of these beautiful clothes? I can't possibly accept them."

Carla tried to be polite, yet she couldn't help herself any longer. She rushed over to the closet with her bare feet. Terence had to chuckle when he saw how excited and happy she was.

He knew she was just pretending to refuse these beautiful garments.

Every woman loved clothes and accessories, and Carla was no exception. She wanted to try on these clothes!

He knew her well.

There was no need for her to pretend in front of him.

After Carla had gone through the whole wardrobe of clothes and discovered every garment was precisely her size. She then opened another closet and saw more bras and panties than she had ever owned in her life. She glanced at him and asked, "Well chosen. Are these all your favorite styles and colors?"

The styles ranged from pink lace, leopard prints, arty grids, sexy reds, and natural colors.

There was more lingerie there than in a lingerie shop!