Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 99 Terence The Lothario

Sherry touched her pale face with a slight grimace. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Carla watched Sherry leave and sensed that something was wrong judging by the look on her face.

She glanced at Noah who was casually pouring a cup of water for her brother and passed it to him.

"Mr. Noah, what's wrong with Sherry? Did you two argue?"

The waiter carrying two plates of food approached and placed them on the table.

"You don't need to call me Mr. Noah. Just call me Noah. My full name is Noah Hua. But my friends just

call me Noah," he said quietly.

Carla was startled for a brief second. She thought that he would never tell her the truth.

"I'm sorry. But I don't usually like to tell people my full name when I just meet them because I don't want

any unnecessary trouble. But we are friends now. If I didn't tell you my full name now, then it would

appear that I was an insincere person."

Noah smiled amiably and pushed the plate of food on the table closer to Sean.

Sean was so hungry, and his mind was only on the food in front of him. He wasn't paying much

attention to their conversation. He picked up the chopsticks and began devouring the food.

"You don't need to explain. I fully understand. It's very acceptable for people of your social status to feel

that way," Carla said with a smile. She didn't expect that he would be so candid with her.

A long time had passed when Sherry had finally returned.

She sat at the table with her eyes downcast.

Sherry was feeling frustrated. She went to the bathroom to save herself from creating an embarrassing

scene. She had barely entered the bathroom when she burst into tears. It took her a while to finally

calm down and although she put a thick layer of face powder on, it was still obvious that she had been

crying.

Sherry became quiet and focused on eating, barely saying a word.

After dinner, Carla suggested that Noah and Sherry go together, while she and her brother catch a taxi

home.

However, Noah insisted on taking them all home himself. Carla and Sean first and then dropping

Sherry off on his way back to the hotel.

Carla didn't refuse since it was safer to have so many people together.

When Noah had dropped Carla and Sean off, he turned to Sherry and asked, "Where do you want to

go?"

Sherry shifted uncomfortably in the front passenger seat.

She kept her gaze straight ahead and said stiffly, "Go to the hotel."

Noah paused while looking at her for a moment and then turned the car into the direction of the hotel.

In the luxury suite of the hotel. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Sherry had a shower and then slipped into some sexy lingerie and covered herself with a bathrobe.

She was bitterly upset at the restaurant when she found out that Noah would never be hers. Since then

she had thought it over and decided if she couldn't have this man, then she would sleep with him once.

That way, she could at least say that he was hers, even if it was for only one night.

Besides that, if she couldn't get him then Carla couldn't dream of having him either.

Noah had left Sherry at the hotel while he went to handle some business matters of his own. He still

hadn't changed out of his clothes nor had a shower yet. When he entered his hotel suite, Sherry

greeted him seductively.

"Noah," she purred.

Staring at him with alluring eyes, she slowly walked towards him in her stiletto heels. The bathrobe

slipped down from her shoulders exposing a rose tattoo.

"Just for one night, I will be the only one in your heart, okay?"

Noah wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her roughly to him. His deep-set amber eyes

looked into hers as he ran his other hand down the curves of her body.

Sherry let out a small moan and rubbed her body against him full of desire. She had already

unbuttoned his shirt and her hands were caressing his broad chest. "Noah—," she said breathlessly.

Noah moved his hand to her face and grasped her chin squeezing hard. He lifted it up. His cold eyes

stared blankly down at her, there was no desire in them.

"Put your clothes on and leave, Sherry."

Sherry was startled. Her hands were still grabbing at his clothes. Her voice began to tremble as she

sobbed, "Why, Noah?

What's wrong with me?"

'I'm not even good enough for him to sleep with for one night. Why?

Why doesn't he want me? '

"I don't like women with tattoos,"

he said without any emotion in his voice. He released her and turned away from her without giving her

another glance.

Sherry was left in the middle of the room half-naked and in a daze. She felt so unattractive, dejected

and discarded like a piece of rubbish just tossed aside on the street.

"Noah! I can get it removed if you don't like it," Sherry pleaded with him as she broke down and began

to cry behind him.

However, one's love was not always returned with the same passion. Men tend to be fickle at times.

Certainly, there were men who disliked women with tattoos. However, this wasn't the case with Noah.

He couldn't have cared less about Sherry's tattoo. He just used it as an excuse. Noah had changed his

mind at the last moment.

Sherry was Carla's friend. Even if they weren't close, they were still acquaintances.

If he had sex with Sherry, then she would surely have told Carla about it.

Judging from Carla's personality, any connection that he hoped to have with her would then be

diminished because of the sexual encounter with Sherry. And even if he managed to stay friends with

her, it would never go to a deeper level.

Then he could never dream of getting Carla.

This was totally against what he was aiming for. So no matter how strong his sexual desire for Sherry

was, he had to resist and refrain from it

—

Carla and Sean arrived home.

They were both exhausted from a full day of activities.

Once Carla stepped inside her house, she felt like she had taken a load off her shoulders. She kicked

her shoes off and walked in bare-feet down the hall to Sean's bedroom and called out, "Sean, go take a

shower before you go to bed!"

She knew that he was worn out, but she couldn't let him go to bed all dirty and sweaty.

Sean saw that he couldn't escape his sister's watch, so he breathed a deep sigh and trudged to the

bathroom.

Being a tired, ten-year-old kid, of course, he was just going to have a very quick shower and get out as

soon as possible and dive straight into bed.

Carla picked an apple up from the table and took a bite out of it. She went into the kitchen to set the

electric cooker to cook the porridge for tomorrow morning. Then as she nibbled on the rest of the apple

she strolled down to her bedroom.

It was late and pitch dark in her room, she reached in and felt along the wall for the light switch.

But as soon as she touched the switch, her hand was grabbed and stopped.

She felt herself being pulled into someone's arms and then a mouth came down hard on hers, kissing

her passionately. She felt like she was going to suffocate.

Carla's heart was racing uncontrollably. she couldn't escape the strong grip that he had on her and she

couldn't scream because his mouth was on hers.

The apple she was eating dropped from her hand and rolled onto the floor.

Since her eyes had time to adjust to the darkness, Carla opened them wide to see who was attacking

her. Her heart felt some relief after she had identified who the dark silhouette was.

It was Terence, the Lothario.

'Wasn't he here just a few days ago?'

Terence seemed to sense that her mind was somewhere else and he was hoping for a better reaction

from her. He frowned and pushed her back onto the bed and lay on top of her supporting his own

weight with one arm. He kissed her passionately all over the neck.

The kisses were full of longing and passion. He gently pulled her blouse down and left a kiss mark

between her neck and collarbone.

"What took you so long? I have been waiting for you," he said in a husky voice. His hand trailed up her

blouse and fondled her audaciously.

Carla frowned and pinched his hand as hard as she could, pushing it away.

She knew that she couldn't match his strength physically so she used her wits instead.

Terence was used to her behavior and nipped the tip of her nose lightly with his teeth to punish her.

"You're not behaving well. I told you to keep away from Noah. Why did you go out with him today?"

Carla's frown deepened and she stared directly into his beautiful dark eyes.

"You followed me again? "

Terence breathed in deeply and was silent for a moment. "I am protecting you. The situation has

become complicated lately. I had to look out for your safety."

Carla didn't say anything more. She lay silently as she put her hands on her breast to guard them

against Terence.

"What are you doing? Do they feel good?" Terence was amused by her gesture to defend herself

against his wandering hand and he said it to mock her.

He rolled to the side of the bed and supported his head with his hand. Terence gazed at her with his

bedroom eyes and wondered what she did when she was all alone in the dark in her bed—

Carla took the opportunity to immediately grab the quilt and pull it up to cover herself.

"Why did you come back again? Are they handing out free airfare tickets?"

She was well aware of how far apart JA City and BH City were. It took about four to five hours by plane.

And coming to BH City and then going back again would take almost ten hours. Why would Terence

want to do that?

"Because you are here,"

he simply replied in just four little words. He pulled her onto him and held her tightly in his arms while

planting tender little kisses on her cheeks. "You smell of perspiration. Go take a shower," he said

releasing her from his grip.

Carla gaped speechlessly at his comment.

'I smell, but you still keep kissing me.

I thought you might give me a shower of kisses and I wouldn't need to have a shower myself.

"I was coming here to get my clothes to have a shower. But you haven't let me go ever since I came in

here," Carla muttered as she went to the wardrobe to get her pajamas.

'How could I possibly not be stinky after running around after Sean all day in the burning hot sun?'

She glanced at Terence before she left the room. He was lying leisurely on her bed watching her. Then

he casually said, "Carla, wash thoroughly. Or you will taste salty."