Chapter 620 Sleep In a Separate Room

"Aunt Kaylee, I think we have to think about it. Carla isn't a celebrity. I think it won't look good if she stood out. Don't you think?"

Terence couldn't help but ask.

Although Carla agreed to take some sexy pictures, he wouldn't want to share any of them to anyone.

"Come on, Terence. I told you I have a great plan for her. Don't worry about it, okay? I promise I won't let anyone take advantage of your wife. Can you just trust me?"

Aunt Kaylee assured Terence while giving him a friendly smirk.

This friendly smirk was always Aunt Kaylee's go-to move. Everyone knew that she just liked to do it and didn't mean anything.

"What's the matter? It's just taking some photos and talking about my life. I don't see any problem with it."

Carla looked at Terence while wondering why he was fussing over such a trivial thing.

She thought it was a great experience for her. She didn't know why he was opposed to the idea.

A woman's beauty only lasts for a few years. Carla thought that capturing her at the peak of her beauty was not a bad thing.

After dinner, Carla and Terence said goodbye to Aunt Kaylee and made their way out the restaurant.

"Wait here!"

Terence said to Carla as he bought something over at a stall.

When he returned, he had a couple of the newest magazines in his hands. He gave them all to Carla and said, "Take a good look at them. These are the magazines with Aunt Kaylee's photos. After you take a look at them, you can decide if you still want to have your photos taken for her magazines."

Carla gave him a look and opened one of the magazine. "These photos look great! I don't see anything wrong."

"Are you sure they are great?"

Terence frowned and asked.

Carla shrugged, "I still think they are great. These girls look pretty and sexy. Don't you think so?"

Carla strongly believed that every girl should take these kinds of photos when they are still young because once they get older, they wouldn't be able to do so.

Carla could ask Kaylee to put more conservative photos on the magazine. She didn't have to show too much of her skin.

People nowadays were more open minded. Carla totally didn't think it was a big deal.

Carla's words silenced Terence's uneasiness.

He didn't say anything but his eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter.

"I won't allow it!"

"Why? I want to do it though."

Carla closed the magazine and raised her eyebrows at him.

"There is no reason for it. I said no! That's it! If you want to try, you could. But I will not let it happen."

"Bastard!"

Carla angrily shouted. He had acted like this when they had their wedding photos taken. He had to pick the dress for her. Every dress he p

!" Carla's begging didn't help. Terence became even more excited. He stared at her with a threatening expression. It seemed that he was ready to pounce on her if she uttered one more wrong word. "Uh-huh... I... I guess... I want it..."

Carla said carefully. Now that he said her "No" meant "Yes", Carla figured that her "Yes" would mean "No" to him then.

"Oh? Since you asked for it, as your husband, I surely need to satisfy your needs..." Terence cracked a triumphant smile. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer.

Carla now didn't know what else to say. She looked at the ceiling and cried for what was going to happen to her next.

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The morning came.

Carla opened her eyes and took a look at the man who was sound asleep next to her. She felt weak and didn't want to move. She knew he was responsible for the uncomfortable feelings she was experiencing right now.

Thinking about last night, Carla suddenly felt angry. She opened her mouth and bit Terence's arm which was around her shoulder.

Terence gave a grunt because of the pain. He opened his eyes and looked at Carla.

Carla loved him no matter what. She didn't really bite him hard. She left a mark on his arm but it wasn't too deep.

This scene looked really familiar to Terence.

She had bit him like this before. He just couldn't remember when it happened.

Terence shook his head and gathered his thoughts. He frowned and push her head away. "Are you a dog? Why do you love so much to bite people?"

"I am not only a dog, but I'm also a cat. I love to scratch people even more!"

Carla sneered as she put her claw-like fingers and gently scratched his chest.

Terence raised his eyebrows and pushed her away again. He sat up and commented, "Only street cats scratch people. Are you a street cat?"