Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 62 Rainer And Nathan

Once Sean had exposed the little secret about Terence, he was flicked on the head.

"Sean, shut up!" Carla glared at him. The boy was rescued from danger not that long ago. But he had

already gotten over the fear and was even gossiping with Rainer.

Sean made a face at Carla. He soon realized that he said too much to Rainer. He grabbed his arm and

pleaded, "Rainer, don't tell anyone else, please. Or Terence will be mad at me."

"Ha—Ha! don't worry. My lips are sealed! Sean, you can tell me whatever you want to."

Rainer smiled. He felt a great sense of satisfaction because Terence hardly talked about himself in front

of them. His secrets were not easy to be found out.

In the evening, Terence returned to the hotel at a very late hour.

What was worse, he was as drunk as a lord.

Nathan helped him to the room and asked the hotel staff to prepare some hangover soup.

"Nathan, why is Mr. Terence so drunk?" Rainer helped his brother lay Terence on the bed. He looked at

him frowning. "Who dared make Mr. Terence drink so much?"

"Nobody did! It was Mr. Terence himself," Nathan explained.

"Oh," Rainer answered. Then he opened the closet and took out a pair of pajamas, ready to help

Terence change into them.

When he was about to get Terence changed, Nathan stopped him by grasping his hand.

"Leave him like that. Where is Miss Carla? Tell her that Mr. Terence wants to see her. Ask her to come

here," Nathan said to him, without showing much expression. Then he took the pajamas from his

brother and put them on the sofa.

"But, why? Isn't this our job? Besides, Miss Carla is a girl and she—"

Rainer asked in confusion. However, before he could finish, he was shocked by Nathan's action.

Nathan pulled Terence across the bed, leaving him dangling precariously on the edge, so that he could

fall out at any moment.

"Nathan! What are you doing? What if Mr. Terence falls out?"

Rainer exclaimed in panic.

"Do you know why Mr. Terence got so drunk? Mr. Zhao had arranged two girls for Mr. Terence during

dinner. He used it as an excuse that it was for work. You weren't there. The girls were so hot. I barely Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

even controlled myself when I saw how they flirted with Mr. Terence."

Nathan lowered his voice. Then he closed Terence's door and pulled Rainer closer to him.

"Have you ever seen Mr. Terence try so hard and spend so much time, to get anything? As his men,

shouldn't we lend him a hand now?

Go ahead. Ask Miss Carla to come over,"

Nathan said encouraging Rainer. Nathan was a vigorous and energetic young man. Even though he

didn't have a girlfriend, he would never suppress his sexual desires and therefore had a lot of bed

partners.

If tonight, he had been in Terence's position, he wouldn't have refused the girls. He knew what torture it

was for a man.

But Terence restrained himself time and time again for the sake of Carla.

Rainer understood what his brother meant immediately. He made a gesture to assure Nathan and

approached Carla's door and knocked.

"Miss Carla? Are you asleep yet?" he asked.

Carla had just finished using a facial mask. When she heard Rainer knocking, she was about to go to

bed.

She opened the door immediately. It was in such haste that she even forgot to remove her pink bow tie

hair band, which made her young face even cuter.

"Rainer? What do you need?"

"I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour, Miss Carla. But Mr. Terence has returned and he wants to

see you," Rainer said calmly. He looked honest and sincere even though he was lying through his

teeth. After all, he had been with Terence for a long time and had learnt how to pull off a lie.

"Do you know what it's about?"

Carla checked her phone and it was already eleven in the evening. 'Why would Terence ever want to

see me now? What does he want?' she thought to herself.

Rainer simpered and scratched his head.

"Well—He didn't mention it. He had some wine tonight and after he had returned, he asked to see you.

My brother and I have no other choice. We can only ask you for help."

Carla had some idea about what was going on.

She assumed that he must be drunk now.

"I understand. I'll get changed first and then I'll go to meet him." Carla closed the door and got changed

into leisure wear.

Her bought some clothes and daily necessities for her and Sean earlier since they might need to stay in

the hotel for a while before the new apartment was ready for them to move in.

"Hello? Terence?"

Carla opened the door and entered Terence's suite.

All the lights were off in the room, except for a dim light coming from a table lamp.

Terence was sleeping soundly in his bed with half of his body hanging off the bed. One arm and one

leg touched the floor. If he were to move just a little, he would surely fall.

Carla frowned when she saw him. She breathed out a heavy sigh and went over to the bed. Using all of

her strength, she tried hard to pull him back on to the bed.

"Wake up! Hey, wake up Terence!" Carla patted his cheek and called him, but he was totally

unconscious. Given the state that Terence was in, Carla began to strongly doubt, that he had really

asked to see her.

But she was here now, so she had no choice. She took off his shoes and put his leg in bed. She was

only a petite lady and he was so heavy for her to move. After she had finished, she was almost out of

breath.

Carla sat on the edge of the bed to catch her breath. 'Why aren't Rainer and Nathan looking after

Terence in his drunken state? Instead, they're shunning their responsibilities onto me, ' she thought

frustrated.

Soon, the door bell rang.

Carla opened the door and the waiter brought in a bowl of hangover soup. He placed it on the table and

left.

"Terence! Terence!"

Since patting him on the face had no effect, Carla tried pinching his leg to wake him up. However,

Terence was too drunk to feel anything. He just frowned and continued sleeping.

Carla tried to pinch him harder this time but to no avail. He still remained asleep.

She gave up on the idea of pinching him anymore. He would probably wake up the next morning and

wonder why his legs were covered in bruises. Then she would have some awkward explaining to do.

Carla sat for a moment, wondering what she could do next. Then she got an idea. She pulled her

phone out of her bag and took a picture of Terence passed out. She then took a selfie with him.

The whole purpose of taking the photo of him was to embarrass him later on and show him how ugly

he looked drunk.

However, when she looked at the pictures that she had taken, she realized that he was even more

charming when he was asleep. His long eyelashes curled up and his face was a little blushed because

of the alcohol, which made him look sweet. He was totally different from the serious Terence in his daily

life.

Carla put her cellphone down, feeling disappointed. Then taking a big breath to muster all of her

strength again. She heaved Terence into her arms to help him sit up. "Terence! Wake up! Drink some

hangover soup!

Hey! Terence?"

Carla took the soup in her left hand and clumsily held Terence in her right arm. She was feeling so

annoyed with him. She had to resist the urge to splash the soup into his face. But she stayed calm and

persevered. "Terence! Are you going to drink it or not? I'm leaving if you don't need my help!"

After a while of trying to rouse him from his sleep, she realized that it was an absolute waste of time

and effort in trying to help a drunk man.

It was completely useless! The best thing for her to do now was to leave.

When Carla was about to take her bag and leave, Terence slowly opened his eyes. He tried to focus on

the person before him.

When he recognized her, he said in a croaky voice, "Carla?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally awake. Carla put the soup on the table and said,

"Great! you're finally awake! Come here and drink the hangover soup now."

She was anxious to get back to her own bed and have a good night sleep. She wanted him to drink it

as soon as possible so she could leave.

However, Terence shook his head and threw the covers from his body.

"I need to use the toilet—" he mumbled.

Carla was feeling desperate now.

No wonder he woke up all of a sudden. He wasn't awaken by her, but by his full bladder.

"Wait a minute! I'm going to get Nathan and Rainer to help you!"

Terence tried to stand up and fumbled to find his footing. Carla was too small and weak to help him.

Besides, even if she did manage to help him get to the toilet, how was she going to help him pee?

"Nathan! Rainer! Open the door!"

Carla rang the bell of their room again and again. However, there was no response. She pounded her

small fists on the door several times and it was deadly quiet inside.

On the other side of the door, Nathan and Rainer stood quietly listening.

"Nathan, why don't we open the door?" Rainer whispered to his brother who stood next to him with a

frown.

"We can't! Just go back to sleep!" Nathan said coolly, as he returned to his bed.

"But why?"

"No more questions!"

Carla still stood and waited for someone to open the door.

When she was about to knock on the door again, she heard a loud noise coming from Terence's

room.