Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 540 Who Made You Into A Spoiled Woman (Part Two)

In that room, she saw the painting she hadn't finished four years ago.

It was a portrait of Terence standing in the rain. At that moment, the painting was still only half-way

done.

As she gazed at it, she had the sudden impulse to finish the painting. Just as she had grabbed a paint

brush, she heard the elevator open.

"You've been up here so long. Why haven't you gone downstairs?"

Terence walked over toward her and asked. Indeed, she had been on the third floor for quite some

time. Sally had been playing around since they got back and had become so exhausted, so she was

now sleeping like a log. And all the while, Carla was still on the third floor.

"Hmm? Why do you ask? I thought you would be happier without me," Carla said, without even moving.

All she did was sit in front of the painting. As she stared at it, a lot of thoughts came rushing through

her mind.

She couldn't help herself from reminiscing about that rainy day.

Pulling out a wooden stool, Terence took a seat right beside her. As he looked at the painting, he

asked, "Is this one of your works?"

"Yup. Can you tell whose portrait this is?" Carla asked, carefully touching the dry paint on the canvas.

Right now, there was just a man's silhouette on it. Given everything that happened, she hadn't had a Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

chance to finish painting the background.

"Hmm... Ha! Nice job. I don't look too ugly there. So, are all of those oil paintings in my grandpa's

house your works as well?" He curiously asked as he was looking at the man on the canvas. Her

painting vividly captured the euphoria of a man looking at the love of his life. It was clear as day that

she spent a significant amount of time and energy working on it.

Carla tilted her head sideways to gaze at him, with her bright eyes glistening. "Terence, would you like

to know what happened in the past?"

Terence thought about it for a second and told her, "Would that really be necessary? You're still my

wife. Nothing has really changed. Wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, things are different now! You actually loved me in the past. If you can't remember anything at all,

where's the love in that?" Carla retorted as she turned to face him and looked straight into his eyes,

crossing her legs as she sat on the chair.

To some extent, she agreed that Terence hadn't really changed.

However, it was plain to see that there was still a wall between them. So, she thought that for as long

as she could break the wall in one way or another, he would be able to get all of his memories back.

Carla thought a man living with part of his memories missing wouldn't be complete.

"I don't think it's that big of a deal, really. Whether there is love or not, it doesn't make that much of a

difference to me. As long as we can be together, I don't see anything wrong with that.

Alright, let's just go downstairs now,"

Terence suggested after glancing at the clock. It was about eleven o'clock in the evening. From the

moment they got back, she had just been too busy with reorganizing the bedroom.

Gazing at him with her lips curled, Carla opened her arms and told him, "I'm so tired! Can you please

carry me down?"

"Have you always acted like this in the past?" Terence raised one of his eyebrows and stared at Carla

in bewilderment. At this moment, she was acting so much like a child that he was having a hard time

telling who his four-year-old daughter candy really was.

Carla held back a sigh deep inside her heart. If it were the Terence she used to know, there was no

doubt that he would carry her at once without hesitation.

Just as she was about to get up from the chair, she felt one arm under her knees and another one

supporting her back. One moment later, Terence lifted her up and carried her in his arms. "Sometimes,

I find myself wondering who made you become such a spoiled woman."

"It's you who made me like this!"

Carla exclaimed, feeling quite proud of it.

"Hmm, it looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a few lessons. I won't always be able to put up with

that," Terence remarked as he carried her toward the elevator.

In truth, Carla actually sneered inside thinking of how lazy he was being, choosing to take the elevator

instead of going down the stairs.

Despite doing everything deliberately, Carla suddenly scowled at him and sadly said, "You seem a bit

upset. And here I thought you were actually gonna be much nicer and treat me even better. When I

was expecting and at the time I gave birth to Sally, you weren't there for me..."

"When Eunice was pregnant, she was surrounded by everyone in their family. I bet she was treated by

everyone like a queen throughout the first month after her delivery."

"But I didn't experience anything like that. In fact, I was barely able to have, even a taste of meat.

Throughout the entire month after giving birth, I only ate cabbages and carrots. Oh, but I did enjoy

having some fish maybe once or twice. And there was also that one time they let me have two eggs in

one meal..."

The resources in the mountain was very limited. So, it was certainly difficult for her to have something

decent to eat, let alone a big meal.

The more she talked about it, the sadder it made her become. She knew how lucky she was to have

Cathy taking care of her during the first month. Or else, she would have had to do everything all by

herself.

"Alright, aright! That's enough. I am holding you now, aren't I?!" Terence said, with his eyebrows deeply

knit. In his head, he couldn't even begin to imagine how much she had to go through when she was

living in that mountain.

Carla sniffed and tried to stop the tears from falling. However, it was a bit too late for that now. Because

of that, she grabbed his shirt and wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry. Whenever I think about it, I just can't

help myself."

"Well, you didn't have much for dinner. Aren't you feeling hungry right now? Because if you are, I will

ask Sophie to whip something up for you right away," Terence softly said as he carried Carla to the

bedroom.

"That actually sounds great! I do feel a bit hungry. But, I want you to be the one to prepare something

for me..."

Carla abruptly lifted her chin and stared at him, with her eyes welled up with tears.