Chapter 629 Ran Away From The House

Carla didn't wait for Terence to speak to her. She grabbed the pillows on the couch and kept throwing them at him one after another.

"Why did you come back? Why don't you just stay outside?"

"Liar!"

"There is a saying that you'd better believe that a pig could climb a tree than trust a man's words! This is so on point right now!"

Her rage had been burning inside her through the whole day. She stood up on the couch and stared at him with fiery eyes.

There was a pillow in her hand. She was about to throw it at him.

"What's your problem?"

Terence watched the pillows fly towards him and drop on the floor. His eyes turned darker, and he stared at the crazy pillow-flinging woman standing on the couch.

Seeing the impatience in his eyes, Carla froze in place. It seemed that Terence still hadn't recovered. She was hoping that he would already recover and apologize to her.

Now, it seemed that she had found herself in an awkward situation.

Carla shrugged and threw the last pillow in her hand at Terence.

"I am crazy! I knew you didn't want to see me! I will get out of your sight then!"

Carla shot him a glare and jumped off the couch. She put on her slippers and stormed towards the door.

As she passed Terence, he grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business! You don't want to see me anyway. Why do you care?"

"Stop it! Do you know what time it is? If you run out of the house at this time in the night, people would think I had done something horrible to you,"

Terence said in a low voice as he held her arm tightly.

"Didn't you?"

Carla answered him with a question. Tears were rolling down from her eyes to her cheeks. She nearly wanted to slap him as hard as she could.

"What have I done? I was just too busy this afternoon to go to that flower show with you." Terence looked at her. She just finished taking a shower and wore a white night skirt.

There was no way he was going to let her walk out the house like this.

"That's right!" Carla stared at him in rage. Her chest heaved because of the anger building up inside her.

She did her best to hold it inside. However, when she saw his face and this attitude, she just couldn't hold her anger anymore.

"You are being difficult on purpose," Terence concluded, frowning. He let go of her arm and walked inside. "If you want to leave, go ahead."

Carla was completely taken aback. She didn't expect that he would say such words to her. She didn't really want to leave. In fact, she just wanted to scare him.

Now, she didn't know what to do next.

Carla looked outside and looked at Terence. He seemed to not care at all. He just went to change his clothes and completely ignored her.

Biting her lower lip, Carla grabbed a jacket on

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Carla tried to grab the bottle. Violet pressed her hand down and stopped her. She put one of Carla's arm on her shoulder and held her by her waist. She then proceeded to help her get into the bedroom.

Carla lay on the bed for a while. She frowned harder and harder. She was already drunk after drinking half the liquor bottle. The effect of alcohol started to catch up on her.

She started to feel uncomfortable and woozy.

Her phone had been ringing nonstop.

After a couple more rings, Carla reached for her phone and answered the call.

Putting the phone on her ear, she didn't even know she was holding the phone backwards.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Can you speak louder? Your voice sounds like a little buzzing mosquito. Could you speak up? Are you afraid that I would hear your voice and cave your face in?"

Carla felt really uncomfortable. She rubbed her chest and tried to feel better. She couldn't hear what the person was talking about on the other end of the line clearly.

"I am asking you where you are!" Hearing her uncomfortable groan, the person on the other line made his voice louder.

He was almost screaming on his end of the line.

"Oh, where am I? I... I don't know. Who... who are you?" Carla opened her eyes. She managed to move her drunk head around, and she checked her surroundings. Everything looked strange to her. She couldn't remember where she was.

"Can you tell who I am?" Terence asked Carla, his voice grew angrier and angrier. It was about eleven o'clock at night and she was still not home.

"I... I can't tell," Carla replied as she loudly burped.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Yes... I... I have."

"Are you drunk to the point that you couldn't recognize your husband's voice?"

Terence shouted angrily after he heard her shamelessly admitting that she had been drinking.