Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 82 Installing The Cameras (Part One)

On the other side of the country, in BH City, an apartment window visibly had all its lights on in a high-

rise building.

Upon opening the door, Carla was welcomed by the sight of poor little Sean slurping some instant

noodles from a cup.

Sean heard the door open and reflexively turned to the entrance. Knowing it was just Carla, he shot her

a beaming glance and shifted his eyes back on the cup of noodles without even saying anything.

"Oh, Sean. I'm so sorry! I'm truly sorry! Please forgive me!" Carla rushed to his side and quickly

wrapped her arms around him, hugging him so tight that it made it hard for him to breathe. With guilt

written all over her face, she whispered to Sean, "How could I forget to cook dinner for you?! I'm such a

bad sister. With all of my heart, I sincerely apologize. Would you forgive me, Sean?"

Sean sniffed, giving her a cold stare, then he murmured with a hint of anger in his voice, "You're such a

terrible sister for leaving your only brother home alone to eat these unhealthy instant noodles! Where

have you been? How could you leave your poor little brother behind and have dinner somewhere else

without me? If dad and mom were still alive, you surely would've earned yourself a spanking!"

Carla couldn't help but look at Sean with a slightly rueful grin as she thought to herself, 'Yeah, I dined

out alright. One hell of a dinner that almost caused me a fortune!'

But she decided it would be best to hide it from Sean because he'd probably resent her even more if he

finds out.

"Sean, I'm so sorry I forgot. I knew you haven't eaten yet, so I brought home some food for you! See?"

Carla brought out the take-outs and placed them in front of Sean as she spoke and try to appease his

anger. She then planted an apologetic kiss on his cheek.

Sean might have been upset that Carla forgot to prepare food for him, but what can he do? He's just a

kid. There was no way he'd ever hold a grudge over something like that. So, as he watched Carla take

out all the delicious food she had brought back, his eyes began widening and he rubbed his hands in

glee, so ready to have a feast for himself. It looked like he had already forgotten how upset he was just

a minute ago.

Because of her injured arm, Carla had to call her superior and ask for two days off from work. She

wanted the wound to heal first before she came back to work again. After all, it would be much better

that way.

For that reason, Carla just stayed at home the following day to get some much needed rest.

As Sean had classes to attend, Carla did some simple chores that her injury would be able to manage.

Before long, she got a bit tired and lounged on the couch as she turned on the TV.

A short while later, she was suddenly surprised by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Carla slowly walked toward the door and peered through the peephole. She saw a man in uniform Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

standing in front of her doorstep. It was a building inspector. She swung the door open and asked the

reason why he came for a visit.

The inspector explained to her patiently, "Miss Ji, how are you? I came here today because recently,

this building has been in need of running a detailed circuit check. We will enter every household to

inspect whether the electric circuit is normally functioning or not. That being so, we need your full

cooperation."

For Carla, this man in uniform looked like a professional since he had explained perfectly the purpose

of his visit, just like how a typical building inspector would have behaved. So, she didn't bother giving it

much thought.

"Oh, is that so? I didn't receive any notice though. But you know what? Forget about it. You may go

ahead and come in." Carla noticed that the toolbox he was carrying had the building's name carved

onto it so she didn't suspect a thing about this man. She welcomed him to the apartment and let him

enter the living room.

After looking around, he stood on the ladder he brought in with him, holding a light bulb in his hand. He

then called Carla's attention and suddenly informed her, "Miss Ji, the light bulbs you've been using

have already aged. I've got a few new ones with me, so would you mind if replace the old ones with the

ones I brought for you?"

'Aged?'

A bit dumbfounded, Carla furrowed her brows as she thought to herself, 'I've just moved in barely a

month ago! How come the light bulbs have already aged? Could Terence have possibly randomly sent

a fake professional interior designer to do these subpar jobs?' She was quite surprised upon hearing

those words from the inspector.

While her thoughts were still busy wandering and dissing Terence for terrible job done by the interior

designers, the building inspector had already done replacing all the "aged" light bulbs with new ones

without her noticing.

After checking around, she noticed that most of the light bulbs in the apartment had been replaced. The

inspector seemed like a fast worker so Carla was a bit impressed.

As soon as the inspector left her place, a question mark was raised over her head. She felt as if

something was amiss, but she just couldn't tell what it was.

Just when she was about to close the door, one of her neighbors across the hallway came up to her

after hearing them talking earlier. After their conversation, Carla found out that the inspector had just

replaced all the old light bulbs in her neighbor's apartment with new ones as well.

"I think they're doing a really great job. It just so happened that some of the light bulbs were not

functioning well in my apartment when they came by to my doorstep yesterday. Then, they immediately

replaced them with new ones, for free! Can you imagine that? I'm glad I'm staying in this building. I love

the services they offered and the way how they manage the building."

Her neighbor smiled from cheek to cheek and kept on blabbering and complimenting the convenient

services the building had provided her with.

The moment Carla heard her say all of those things, she got rid of all of her worries, knowing that she

wasn't the only one who got her apartment checked. They chatted for some time and then waved

goodbye as they went back into their respective apartment units. She sat back down on the couch and

proceeded to continue watching a TV drama.

Little did she know.

Just to make sure it didn't raise any suspicion, someone had paid the building a huge sum of money

and ran random circuit checks for all the households including the nearby buildings.

Later on that night, Carla ordered some take-out from a nearby restaurant. When the two of them were

done having dinner, she wasn't able to wash the dishes because of the injury on her arm. Before she

could even ask, Sean had already volunteered to do it instead and quickly ran into the kitchen and

began washing the dishes. After he was done doing the dishes, he brought out a clean towel and wiped

the table clean.

Carla watched Sean do all of those things on his own. The thoughtful gesture made Carla feel so at

ease that she couldn't help but smile at him. Just moments after, Carla smelled her hair and realized it

had accumulated a lot of dirt that she couldn't hold the thought of taking a shower.

The doctor had advised her not to take showers until the wound got better, so, for that reason, it had

been two days since the last time she had taken a bath. She headed straight toward the bathroom, but

the moment her hand got in contact with tap water, she thought she shouldn't go against the doctor's

orders if she wanted the wound to heal up faster. After a few seconds of hesitating, she finally gave up.

Opting to just wipe herself with a damp towel to clean up, she went back to bed, ready to doze off.

Inside her bedroom, Carla put on an oversized pajamas while humming a tune. Later, she stretched out

her arms the best she could and leaped onto her bed, wriggling, tossing and turning around the quilt

until she found the perfect position to sleep in.

This poor little carefree sleepyhead didn't have a single clue that

every little thing she did, and even the tiniest move she made was caught under surveillance.