Chapter 57 Where Did Sean Go (1/2)

”Who is that?”

There was no way it could be Sean because during this time, he should still be at school attending his classes. If it was not him, then who could it possibly be?

Carla couldn't think of anyone who would be dropping by for a visit, so she put down her phone on the table, put on her slippers, and walked toward the door. Looking through the peephole, she intrigued to find out who was outside the door.

Surprisingly though, there was no one outside and all she could see was an empty stoop by her doorstep.

Driven by intense curiosity, Carla slowly opened the door, craning her neck out carefully. Of course, she did it with extreme caution, with one hand pressing on the door, just in case she might need to draw back and lock it up anytime.

However, as she was cautiously looking around, she got a bit startled after noticing a figure leaning against the side of the wall.

It was a man, someone she wasn't expecting to see at all.

”Hey, there. It's been a while. Aren't you going to invite me in?”

Terence stared at the woman who had been very wary all the while. She appeared to have been so stunned upon seeing his appearance after such a long time of having no communication between the two of them.

Carla swung the door fully open, rubbing the back of her head. It seemed like she bumped it somewhere when she reflexively took a step backward in surprise.

Terence observed every move she made. Back when they were still living together, he would have reached out a helping hand in an instant, caressing the back of her head, and playfully teasing her for being so clumsy and for behaving in such a silly manner.

The truth was that he actually still had the impulse to hold her in his arms the moment he was finally able to lay his eyes on her again.

But he simply refrained from doing so. In fact, it took almost all of his strength just to hold back the urge to do so.

He knew full well that he had to be thick-skinned if he really wanted to meet her, because he couldn't think of any other way he would be able to face her after everything that had happened.

Upon entering the room, Terence deeply frowned. He was saddened by the fact that the current place Carla and Sean were staying in was even more cramped than their previous one. At least, back then, there used to be two separate bedrooms. Now, there was only one bedroom available and a living room with a sofa bed.

The furniture and the electrical appliances looked so crude that it was so apparent, even with just a single glance, that they had only been acquired for temporary use.

Looking around the apartment, he wondered out loud, ”Does Sean sleep in the living room?” Unable to stop himself from asking, he simply couldn't bear the thought of Carla sleeping in the living room.

”I'm the one who sleeps here,” Carla replied, ”because I would most probably be out until way up late, so I just didn't want to disturb him in his sleep by the time I get back from work if he stays in the living room instead.”

Upon closer inspection, he actually noticed Carla's pajamas hanging on the headboard of the sofa bed in the living room along with a few of her other belongings within arm's reach.

All of it was proof enough that what she had just told him was indeed true.

At that point, Terence started getting entangled with various kinds of complex emotions. It felt as if someone was tearing his heart into a million pieces and setting it on fire, greatly saddening and disheartening him.