Chapter 186 Punish You To Face The Wall

Bang!

Carla bumped against the table and hit her hip on its edge.

A bottle of a limited edition 1982 Bordeaux red wine fell and rolled to the floor. It broke into a hundred pieces and spilled wine around the area.

When they heard the loud crash, all the patrons in the restaurant raised their heads up to look for the source of the noise and wanted to know what happened.

"I'm sorry, Carla. I just can't do it. How do you unlock this thing?" Terence asked while his fingers fumbled with the lock of the bracelet. He didn't see clearly how Carla was able to lock their bracelets together.

Carla huffed and swatted Terence's fingers away from her bracelet. She reached up to touch the lock and flick it open.

Luckily the bracelet was made with hemp rope and the force didn't tear it apart.

She straightened her posture and discovered she was stained with red wine everywhere, on her hands, her arms, her dress, and her shoes. She tapped her face and felt some streaks of wine on her cheeks and chin. What a mess!

"Oh wow! Your bracelet is so beautiful, Miss. Where did you get it?"

the woman seated at the table beside them asked. The woman's eyes sparkled at the sight of Carla's bracelet. She nudged her boyfriend beside her and pointed to the jewlery.

"Which store did you buy it from? I would love to get one, too!"

The other women patrons heard the woman gush over Carla's bracelet and rushed to her. They ask her the same question and fawn over the bracelet at the same time.

Carla needed to clean herself up before it got more difficult to remove the wine stains but the woman swarmed her and made it impossible for her to get away first. She ended up sharing the address to get them to leave her alone.

They might not be able to find the exact one when they went to the store, though, since it was an antique shop and every product was a one-of-a-kind product.

Johnny wanted to laugh at and tease Carla from his table. But he couldn't do it and shifted his eyes away from Carla and Terence.

He had just witnessed their love for each other first hand and was no longer in the mood to do it.

Terence took off his jacket and placed it on Carla's shoulders. He led her to the toilet so she could clean up. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered in her ear, "I'm so sorry, Carla. That was my fault."

It was his fault. He was the one who placed Carla in this awkward situation.

He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and wiped away the wine stain on her chin. His other hand caressed her cheek and he gave her a sweet smile.

Carla didn't want to see that same look he always gave her when he messed up. She took the handkerchief from his hand and went straight to the sink. She soaked the handkerchief with cold water and used it to wipe the stains on her face.

"Fine. I'll take your apology. But you're going to face the wall and think what you did," Ca

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"Terence, why do you keep staring at me?"

Carla asked. She plucked a piece of grape from the fruit platter on the table in front of them. She threw it in her mouth while she stared at Terence. When they arrived at the villa, Terence freshened up and changed his clothes before he joined Carla on the top floor.

He couldn't believe she was there and couldn't stop staring at her. Terence checked his watch and smirked.

"Didn't you tell me to face the wall for an hour and think about what I did? Well, facing the wall is too boring. That's why I'd rather face you."

'Well, at least, it's not another woman, '

Carla thought to herself. 'Every girl would dream to have Terence stare at her for an hour or even all day.'

Carla plucked another piece of grape and bit into it to cut it in half. She crossed her legs underneath her and faced Terence. "Well, I asked you to face the wall. I mean, do I look like a wall to you?"

Being stared at for a long time made her uncomfortable.

Terence continued to stare at her while he laid down on the sofa. He couldn't move his eyes away from her.

Carla shifted in her seated position. She had been enjoying the fruits but now his stare made her paranoid.

"Fine, you don't have to face the wall. Just stop staring," Carla conceded. His gaze felt like a million ants crawled all over her skin.

Every woman dreamt of a handsome man who couldn't stop staring at her, but it was a different story when they gazed at you for an hour.

Carla felt like such a fool though.

"Of course, you need to punish me. I'll do everything you say since you'll be my future wife," Terence countered. He sat up and checked his watch. "Five minutes have already passed," Terence teased Carla. "Fifty-five more minutes to go."

He brought his fingers to his lips to kiss it and held it against Carla's own lips. He smiled and resumed his position on the sofa, his eyes remained on Carla.