Chapter 940 Kill Her. (1/2)

In a small villa in the suburb, Carla sat cross-legged in front of the window, wearing a fine semi-transparent dress that was loosely draped around her body. As she took a bite of the cake, she took a glance at Terence who had just walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

With only a bath towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his wet hair working its way down his sculpted chest and back, he walked slowly to the counter. He opened a bottle of wine and then walked back to her.

”Babe, why don't you have a drink with me?”

Carla took a bite of the cake with a fork and then pulled over the shirt, which slightly slid down from her shoulder. ”What's wrong with you? You know that I get out of control when I get drunk. Why are you even suggesting that?”

Hearing Carla's words, Terence chuckled and then sat down beside her. He poured the red wine into the decanter first and reached out to hold her shoulder.

”It's okay if you get drunk with me. To be honest, I like seeing you behave like a wild cat when you get drunk.”

Carla reached out her index finger to get some cream from the corner of her mouth and wiped it on Terence's chiseled cheek. ”Wild cat? Well, right now you're like a male cat in the peak of his arousal yourself! Aren't you?”

Terence squinted his eyes and looked at her with a mischievous smile. He pinched her chin and rubbed the cream from his cheek to her face again.

”Well... Yes. I'm crazy for you and I want to make love to you,”

Terence said in a low voice as he leaned in closer to her and licked the cream from her cheek. ”Honey, let's play a game. If you lose, you will have to have a drink. Okay?”

”Ah, play a game? With you? You are an old hand at playing games. It would be nearly impossible for me to win,” Carla responded immediately.

Carla was aware that Terence had a high IQ, so her chances of winning games against him was rather bleak.

”Well, in that case, I give you a free hand with it. You can choose any game you'd like to play with me. Also, you are also allowed to cheat. But the only condition is that you have to make me happy.” Terence looked at her affectionately and wiped the cream from her face with a tissue.

Carla rolled her eyes and lifted her legs with a mischievous smile. ”Okay. Then, let's compete who has more leg hair. The one who has more leg hair will lose the game. And the loser will have to drink a glass of wine as punishment. How about that?”

With that, she touched her leg under the bath towel. 'Well, it feels good!' she thought to herself.

Seeing this, Terence couldn't help laughing. He swirled the wine decanter and poured a glass of wine for Carla. ”Well Babe, I guess that the next game you'll suggest is to compare hair lengths or breast sizes with me.

Or, maybe who has thicker arms? Or... Who is heavier? Am I guessing right?”