Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 218 Visiting Nicholas (Part Two)

The man who literally raised him up was old. The man who taught him everything he knew had grown

old before he was aware of it. Terence's eyes were moist with tears.

"Oh cut it. Cut the tears! I am not dead! Save that for my funeral. For God's sake. Terence, a man

should never shed tears. I've told you that for at least a hundred times. How come you always forget

what I taught you. You little bastard! Come here, come to grandpa!" suddenly Nicholas laughed. "And

here you are! Little girl, come to grandpa as well! What's your name again? Oh yes, how come I forget

your name! Carla it is, am I right?"

Nicholas waved to Carla because she was still standing at the corner, like a poor little frightened

animal.

Carla smiled back. The way Nicholas talked to Terence reminded her of her own grandfather though he

passed away when she was little.

"Grandpa. Yes, I am Carla. You have a great memory." Carla also smiled back and walked towards

them. She didn't feel nervous anymore because Nicholas was just Terence's kindly grandfather this

moment, not the fierce Nicholas An.

Nicholas grabbed Carla's hand and put it in Terence's.

"Look at the two of you. You remind me of when I first met your grandmother. Those were the good old

days. What a great match. Now I am finally happy. Good girl. When is the wedding?"

Nicholas added, "I am getting old. I could die anytime. But I am still waiting for my great grandson to be

born. Do you understand? Carla, the An family is counting on you. I am counting on you. You are not

going to let grandpa down, are you?" smiled Nicholas.

Carla couldn't help but blush again.

Nicholas was expecting his great grandson. But they weren't even married yet. That was a bit too hurry,

was it not? But how could she say no to such a kindly old man.

While Carla was still thinking, Terence answered proudly, "Of course we will get married in no time. We

can even get married now. I want the wedding more than anyone, even you, grandpa." Terence

grabbed grandpa Nicholas' hand in his, freeing Carla from the firm grasp. His eyes fell on Carla and her

belly, as if teasing her.

"But I want to give Carla her dream wedding. The best wedding in the world. So I need time to prepare

for it. We only get one wedding in our life so I don't want to hurry. How about after one year? We will

get married in one year. And you will have your great grandson in two years. How does that sound,

grandpa?"

Terence gave Carla a subtle hint by gently squeezing Carla's fingertip. Carla understood immediately

and added, "Yes, the dream wedding! We surely want a dream wedding. And we will get married in one

year. I also promise you that, Grandpa. We won't let you down." But Nicholas didn't say a thing in Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

response to that. Terence touched Carla again, she raised her head and looked at him confusedly.

Terence smirked and subtly pointed a finger at her belly. Suddenly Carla understood, yes, the great

grandchildren!

"Yes! And there are the great grandchildren. We are going to have eight, no, ten kids. Five girls and five

boys if possible. One for each year. So Grandpa, you have to take good care of your health for them!"

Carla talked like she was firing a machine gun.

Nicholas was amused by her as well. Carla was not like the other girls. No wonder Terence would love

her. She was pure, sincere and faithful. Though she was a country girl with a lot of negative traits, she

was still good for his grandson.

Nicholas patted Terence again as if reassuring his grandson that he was pretty pleased with the girl

that he chose to wed.

It was a great relief for Terence, as a matter of fact. Though Terence knew that Nicholas would love

Carla, he was not one hundred percent sure about that because he wasn't there last time Nicholas and

Carla met. Nobody could ever be one hundred percent sure about anything.

"There there, child. Grandpa knows that you are a good kid. And I will take good care of this body and

live at least 10 more years, maybe twenty. And I will help you look after your soccer team." Nicholas

couldn't help but laugh out loud. He joked at her again, "But ten children in ten years is too much of

work. Let's postpone it to 15 years. How does that sound, Carla?" It was a good sign because Nicholas

was making fun of his lively and adorable future granddaughter-in-law. That was the way the Ans

treated their family members to show their love.

Terence also laughed out loud at his grandfather's antics.

Nicholas heard it and pointed at Terence, "You little bastard. Who said you could laugh at her? She will

become your wife. And you can't treat her like that. You should treat her like she is your queen. Or I will

be so angry. Do you understand?

Carla, you little poor thing. Come to grandpa. Tell grandpa does Terence treat you well? Why do you

have eye bags?" Before Carla could say anything, Nicholas laughed again and opened his mouth like

he suddenly saw the light, "Oh, my bad, my bad. You young love birds today. You two just couldn't get

your hands off each other, aren't you? What do I know about love. I am basically a decaying corpse."

Carla blushed again. What did he said again? Couldn't get her hands off Terence? What the hell!

How could he say that in front of his grandson. Carla almost felt that Nicholas was a man of

unexpected moods.

Terence almost couldn't restrain himself from roaring with laughter. Grandpa Nicholas was always like

that. He was so good at messing with people to reveal their true colors. It almost became his instinct.

But Carla had nothing to hide. Because she was always like that, simple and innocent. Terence

believed that he had to save Carla from Nicholas now. Or Carla would blame everything on him.

"Nathan, come in." Terence called out.

Nathan answered the call and soon carried the painting in. He carefully rested the covered painting on

the marble round table and revealed what was under the cloth.

What a masterpiece! Nicholas gave a gasp of surprise. It was a portrait, a portrait of himself.

"Who painted it? What an honor! I have to meet this artist. This artist is today's Picasso, if I may say

so." "Do you like it?" asked Terence with a trace of proud.

Nicholas butted in, "Like it? Of course not! I love it! It's a masterpiece!"

Nicholas even became impatient in his demands to see the artist.

It was a portrait of him at the age of approximately 40 years. The best years of a man. He looked

dashing and spirited. The painting was officially his favorite painting now.