With just a pair of pajamas on, Carla yawned. She kept staring intently at Terence as she stood at the door.
Carla looked as though she was going to ask Terence about something, but she just didn't say it out loud.
Without a warning, she reached out her hand and pulled Terence back into their bedroom. "Sweetheart, where did you put all of my old clothes?"
After asking Terence that, Carla turned to look at Nathan and told him, "Nathan, please ask Sophie to come upstairs and fetch Sally to take outside and play with her for a few minutes."
In truth, Terence was actually a bit afraid of being around Carla.
Carla already had two instances of showing bad behavior in such a short period of time. Last time she even shattered a mirror when she flew off the handle. It didn't matter whether he knew what kind of person she was in the past or not. Right now, all he knew was that she was capable of doing the unthinkable when things didn't go her way.
When they got inside the bedroom, Terence had his eyebrows deeply knit as he looked at her making up excuses to reel him in. He went ahead and asked, "Why are you asking me about your clothes? Aren't all your clothes still there? Not once did I ever touch your them!"
"Well, of course, I have to ask you. The last time I was here, you used to put my clothes here, here, and here! All of these spaces should be where my clothes are. But now they're all gone. Where did you put my clothes?"
Carla dragged him over to the wardrobe and opened the door as she asked him.
"This is my bedroom. It only makes sense that all of my clothes are in there instead of yours. Besides, the clothes you were talking about were from four years ago. Even if I still had them, would you still be able to wear them?" Terence furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at this woman in white pajamas, sporting her long and obviously unkempt hair.
A woman's clothes should be replaced depending on what's currently on trend. Since four years had already passed, those old clothes could already be considered as antiques.
Scratching her head, Carla raised her eyebrows as she looked back at him. "Oh, I guess you're right. Thanks for reminding me. So, I guess you're gonna go shopping with me this afternoon, right?"
"..." Terence was at such a loss for words.
He didn't say anything and simply watched as Sophie knocked on the door and took Sally out of the bedroom.
Before walking out of the room, the little girl shot the two of them a glance as they stood face to face.
Daddy seemed to be acting very strange today. Yesterday, he looked so handsome and he was being nice to her. But right now he was acting so cold and distant.
"No, I'm afraid I can't. I have to go to my office and take care of some things."
"How can that be possible? You've already canceled all your work plans for the rest of the week including the next one. I, your wife, made it through a great disaster and has now come back after going to great lengths. I asked you to spend time with me for just a whole week. Am I asking for too much?"
They seemed to be going into an argument.
"Drop the family name! Call me Sweetheart or Carla." When she heard him call her that, she didn't get upset anymore. Instead, she simply laughed it off as her bright eye peered right into his.
Pausing for a while, but not humoring her with a response, Terence sighed, "Carla, please let go of me. You've already driven Lucy away. Shouldn't that be enough? So just cut it out already, will you?"
"No, I won't!"
Carla kept staring intently at him. He might be looking a bit annoyed of her, but in her eyes, he still seemed very cute. Pursing her lips, she went ahead and gave him a kiss on his lips.
"If you still insist on going out, then fine, I will let you go! But you're not allowed to leave me alone before the afternoon. By now... You should already know it."
she said, giving him a coquettish grin, while slowly blinking her charming eyes at him.
Watching her act like this, Terence couldn't stop himself from bursting into laughter. Was this woman as direct as this before?
"Hurry up! Carry me in your arms and take me to bed!" Carla's legs were about to slip because Terence wasn't really trying to support her. So, she kept on shaking her legs as she asked him to hurry up.
Terence cleared his throat and supported her buttocks with one hand and carried her to the bed as she instructed. There was a tinge of shyness in his handsome face as he was doing this.
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