Chapter 100 The ‘Royal Prince’ (1/2)

Carla rushed to Terence angrily as soon as she got out of the shower as she had gone mad the moment she saw herself in the mirror.

”Terence! Look what you have done to my neck!” Carla couldn't avoid yelling at Terence, who was sleeping peacefully on her bed at the moment.

He woke up immediately due to her yelling and rubbed his drowsy eyes.

”Sorry, I may have overdone it a bit,” Terence replied in a hoarse voice apologetically and tried to open his heavy eyes with great difficulty.

He desired her so much that he even wanted to eat her alive. Now there was only one hickey left on her neck. He was careful enough to not leave behind any mark while kissing her. Apparently, he didn't feel so sorry about that. Instead, he was pretty satisfied with what he had done.

”Terence!”

Carla was spewing with fury at him after hearing his explanation. She approached Terence and prepared to take it out on him. It was so hot out there. What could she wear to go to work by hiding this mark? A high-collar shirt? It was way too hot!

Besides, the hickey he left on her neck was so dark and obvious that anyone would notice it at the first sight.

Terence held her by the hand and pulled her into his arms as he constrained her between him and the bed. Then he added, ”What can I do to make it up now? Do you want to leave one on me as well?”

He stretched his neck towards her as though he were offering her an opportunity for revenge.

Obviously, Carla wouldn't agree to his suggestion. She only took it out on him by scratching him twice.

”Terence, can you stop visiting me from time to time? And don't be so intimate to me without asking my permission. Am I understood?” With eyes widely open and glaring at him, Carla was visibly angry at the moment.

But she knew that it was useless to argue with him. What she needed to do was to solve it once and for all.

In the meantime, Terence was not displeased with her protest at all. Gently looking at her, he turned his body sideways, with one hand supporting his head. It seemed that his Carla was just like a rose filled with thorns. It was easy for him to get pricked but the fragrance was mesmerizing.

”I'm made to feel as if I'm your pet. And whenever you are delighted, you'll come to me and amuse yourself. You have never given any consideration or importance to my feelings and emotions! I'm a person. And I have got my own life, its problems and so on. Will you stop behaving as if I owe you happiness in life?”