The enthusiastic kiss seemed to confirm to suspicious onlookers about their close relationship.
"You did a great job! It's your award."
Terence was more than happy. Carla's victory not only helped elate his honor, but showed how excellent his girlfriend was.
People who once looked down upon her due to her humble origin stood dumbfounded by her splendidly unexpected performance.
Suddenly, some passionate moments came rushing to Terence's mind. He squeezed her hand and whispered, "Sweetheart, no wonder you prefer to be on top when we get intimate. Now I see."
Hearing these flirtatious words, Carla blushed and stared at him. "Well, that's some filthily rich imagination," she teased.
Terence smiled and held her closer to himself. They then proceeded to the rest area.
Meanwhile, Johnny got down from his horse. He couldn't believe that he had lost the game against a woman.
He had never been this embarrassed ever before in his life. Moreover, she was Terence's girlfriend.
"Johnny, don't take it to your heart. It is purely a beginner's luck. Nothing more." Kelvin came rushing to Johnny's aid, patted him on the shoulder and tried to console him.
Johnny flicked his hand away and shot them an angry look. He removed his helmet, threw it away, and retreated toward the exit with his head held down.
Carla had enjoyed game, and she was satisfied with the result.
Despite her muscles aching mercilessly after the fierce game, she was delighted like never before.
Soon, they got in the car and returned home happily. Carla lied in Terence's arm, and Terence fed his adorable girlfriend some grapes. Carla held her waist and complained about the excruciating pain she was going
er another one.
Carla was not surprised. Although Terence tried to keep a low profile, his exquisite wealth still had a noticeable effect on him. For example, the decoration in their house looked ordinary to him, but it was invaluable and extravagant as far as she was concerned.
In a daze, she opened her mouth and took another bite, assuming that Terence was feeding her another grape.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Terence."
She wasn't particularly focused and accidentally bit his finger. From Terence's facial expression, it did seem like a painful bite.
Terence lifted his eyebrow and looked at the teeth mark on his finger. Carla was apologetic. She leaned closer, clutched his finger and gently blew on it.
Amused by her lovely gesture, Terence couldn't help lifting her chin and kissing her.
The sweetness of the grapes was permeating in their mouths.
Meanwhile, the car was cruising on the highway.
"Dear, I wanna take you. Now," Terence whispered in her ear passionately.
He firmly pulled her body against his. His eyes beamed with a light of passion. He lifted her chin and gently touched her lips with his finger.