Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 187 What Did You Paint

Carla felt agitated when she found out that there was still fifty-five minutes to go. She stood up from the Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

sofa and paced impatiently around the room.

She glanced at Terence and saw his smiling eyes following her around the room.

She finally stopped pacing and closed her eyes and let out a long exasperated breath. 'Okay, just let

him be. He can do whatever he wants. After all, it's a rare opportunity that he will get to gaze at me for

such a long time, ' thought Carla.

Terence narrowed his eyes. 'What's she up to?'

Carla then strode off to find the paints, brushes, canvas and everything else that she may need to paint

a picture. In the Seaview Villa, you could almost find anything. You named it, and it was probably there.

Painting a picture would be the most time-consuming activity right now.

She prepared the canvas on the easel and squeezed out various paint colors onto the palette.

She then stared at the canvas, mentally working out the outline of the man sitting on the sofa.

Terence couldn't help but laugh out loud when he noticed that Carla was using him as her model.

Actually, he admired her cleverness.

This way, not only could she ease the embarrassment but also—

"Hey! Don't move! Get into a relaxed pose and then stop moving!"

demanded Carla.

Terence cleared his throat and said, "Okay, when you finish it, I'll get it framed and hang it up in the

living room."

Carla wanted to laugh at his suggestion, but she held it in and straightened up.

Terence frowned slightly and wondered what the final result would be like since Carla was snickering

weirdly.

Carla made a draft with a pencil deciding the rough outline. After that, she started to mix the colors and

brush them on the canvas.

Watching Carla, who was totally engrossed in painting Terence almost believed that she could actually

be a talented artist.

This woman had so much hidden potential. He thought that he knew everything about her, but she

always managed to surprise him with something new.

The minutes ticked away.

Terence looked at his watch and reminded her, "Master Carla, it's already been one hour and twenty

minutes. Have you finished it yet? My back is sore, and my legs are numb," complained Terence.

"Shh! Don't move!" Carla was doing the final touches. She dipped her brush into the water and mixed it

with some black paint on the palette. Then, she applied it to the canvas.

Terence couldn't imagine what the final piece would be like. He was waiting for a catastrophe.

But, since Carla was in the mood, he would endure the discomfort until she finished it.

Finally, after two hours, Carla had finished her masterpiece. Terence was already numb since he didn't

move at all.

"All right!"

Carla let out a deep breath and put down the paintbrush.

Terence began to rub his stiff body. Only Carla dared to make him hold the same position without

moving for two hours.

When Carla saw his discomfort, she hurried over to check on him and stopped him from getting up.

"Are you tired? Let me help you—"

She pushed him back to the sofa and began to rub his legs to ease the pain.

"It's okay; you don't need to. Even if you've painted me into a pig I won't blame you," said Terence.

Since Carla was treating him so well, he assumed that she was making up for it because the painting

was terrible.

Carla held back her laugh and nodded. Then, she got on the sofa and rubbed his back. "Are you

feeling better?"

Terence heaved out a sigh. The better she treated him, the more apprehensive he felt about the

painting.

He was wondering whether he should throw the painting away or just keep it locked away somewhere if

it was a complete disaster. After all, it was done by Carla, and she did put a lot of effort into it, and he

found it hard to throw anything away from her.

Later, Sean had come back from school.

When he heard that Carla was home, he immediately dropped his bag and hurried to the elevator to

find her.

Once the elevator door had opened, Sean ran into Carla. She was also on her way to find him.

"Carla!"

Sean rushed out of the elevator to Carla and gave her a big hug. He had never been separated from

Carla before. Although it was only ten days, it seemed like a year to him.

"Carla! Will you stay here with me this time?" asked Sean with red eyes and pouting lips, trying hard to

hold back the tears.

Carla held his little shoulder feeling sad and said, "Sean, I'm leaving tomorrow morning. But I'll come

back to you soon. It won't be too long. Trust me."

Sean didn't speak but looked at her with tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted to say that he wanted

to go back to BH City with her.

But after seeing Terence walking over, he thought he would also miss him.

He didn't know whom to choose, Terence or Carla, so he kept quiet.

"All right, Carla, please come back soon!" said Sean as he let out a sniffle. Then he went over to

Terence and asked, "Terence, can you marry my sister soon?

After you marry her, she will be your wife, and you can live together legitimately. I won't have to worry

anymore."

He was always troubled by the question whom he should live with.

If Terence became his brother-in-law, he wouldn't need to worry about that.

Terence patted him on the shoulder and looked at Carla. Then, he looked back at him and said, "Sean,

I'm dying to marry your sister!

But, now is not the right time. If I marry your sister now, it will bring more troubles and not blessings. I'm

trying hard to get things to work out. Someday, I'll let everyone in the whole world know that Carla is my

beloved wife, and they will bless us."

Terence explained to him why he couldn't marry his sister at the moment because Sean was a sensible

little man now.

If the time weren't right, they would suffer more if they rushed into the marriage.

He wanted to give Carla a happy marriage, not one filled with pressure and problems.

Sean may not know, but Carla could understand it.

Although she didn't know exactly what he was waiting for. But, for now, it was definitely not the best

time to get married.

She was well aware of that.

"All right, Sean, it's adult business, and we'll sort it out. Now your job is to study hard. You behaving

well is the best thing you can do for me,"

said Carla smiling as she caressed his hair with affection.

Sean nodded and promised. "Carla, don't worry, I will. I'll let everyone know that Carla has an amazing

brother!"

Sean was not like Terence.

Terence would become Carla's husband. But Sean would be the only man in the Ji family. If he became

powerful one day, then the An family would respect his sister more.

"Sean, take your sister to have dinner. She especially came to visit you. You two have a good time,"

said Terence.

He opened the door of the elevator and let them go down first.

Then, he went to the table near the sofa to pick up their phones.

It was already getting dark outside, and the lights in the villa gradually turned on.

When Terence picked up the phones and was about to go down and join them, he suddenly

remembered the painting.

So he turned back and walked to see the painting that had made him suffer for two hours straight.