Chapter 207 Call Me Honey (1/2)

Terence, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, whispered, ”Carla, haven't I made it clear already? Why do you still insist on leaving?”

”You're the one who said it yourself. You said that you needed to get some rest. So, I'm just gonna go back to my room as well. Or are you planning to throw me out of the villa?”

teased Carla. This had not been a good day for her whatsoever, and the same went for Terence.

But it appeared as though she had underestimated him a bit. If he wasn't feeling good, then the two of them were in the same boat.

Turning her around, Terence pushed her into the door. Holding her chin on one hand, he pressed his lips intensely upon hers without a warning, as if to give her some kind of punishment.

”Te...”

”Call me dear husband! I won't be accepting anything less!” Terence demanded, leaning back for just a brief second. Wasting no time at all, he continued biting her lip. Of course, he had no intention of hurting her, but certainly couldn't let her have the pleasure at the same time.

”No... Why would I do that?!” Carla blurted out in refusal, barely able to get away from his passionate kiss. ”We're not married yet.”

Terence loosened his grip. However, he grabbed her chin and lifted it up a little and asked, ”Which law is it that states you shouldn't call me your husband before we get married?”

Carla took that window of opportunity to take a deep breath as she glared at him through her moistened eyes. ”Look, could you please just let me get some rest? It's getting way too late. I still have to go job hunting tomorrow, so I need to get some much-needed sleep right now.”

There was just no way she could simply stay home all day and do nothing. She desperately needed to be in the company of others.

Upon hearing that she was still intent on going to sleep, Terence heaved a heavy sigh and questioned her, ”Carla, was the kiss still much too gentle for you?”

Then, he positioned her face closer to his again, and pressed his luscious lips onto hers, gradually heading south.

”Terence, what do you think you're doing?”

'We're going through this again?'