Chapter 672 I Did It Myself

Cars had been coming and leaving the An Manor. It didn't go without a second without the sound of tires screeching as people got out of the cars and entered the gates. The car engines turning off and starting didn't stop till midnight.

By that time, the hall was only filled with a couple of people, whispering and talking to each other as they reminisce the old times.

Carla walked to Terence and knelt beside him.

"Terence, I'll be here. Why don't you go up and get some sleep?"

Terence had already been up for two nights. If he kept doing this, he might get sick. The funeral was going to be held in a couple of days.

"I just want to stay here with Grandpa a bit longer. I'm okay, really. You should go and get some sleep yourself."

Terence held her hand and smiled. Though there were dark circles under his eyes, he still looked composed and elegant for a man who had been awake for two days.

Carla straightened her back. "I can't sleep, so I'll stay here with you."

She already rested during the day, but Terence still hadn't. Instead of going back to sleep, she might as well stay with him through this.

Besides, as his wife, she should be here for him throughout all the hardships in his life. This was one of those hard times.

Terence didn't let go of her hand the whole night.

Hours in, Carla was starting to feel the burden of staying up. Her eyelids were starting to droop. She almost fell head-in into a lit candle if Terence hadn't held her back.

Still, Carla was insistent in staying with him. Because of that, Terence placed two of their mats together so she could lean on him. He tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear and let her be.

The sun finally rose. With a shiver, Carla woke up.

She looked around her, only to realize that she was leaning on Terence's shoulders. He even supported her by holding her around the waist. She was also wearing his jacket.

Carla's face reddened in embarrassment. She quickly shrugged the jacket off before placing it on him. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

She held him by his chin, running her fingers down the stubble that was starting to grow. He licked his chapped lips as he continued to burn the paper in the fire.

"Don't worry," he insisted. "It's still early. You must be tired sitting here the whole night."

Even till now, Terence was still concerned over her. Carla couldn't help but feel moved. However, at the same time, she couldn't help but worry about him. She slowly stood up, rubbing her red knees before walking out.

She had only been kneeling for around five to six hours. The pain was already unbearable. Carla groaned as she made her way outside. She couldn't help but think, 'How does Terence feel after all of this?'

Terence had assumed that she went home to get some sleep. To his surprise, she walked right back in, this time holding his water jug in front of his face.

"Have a sip of water..."

Carla knew

one off the model.

Maybe it'll fit you. Please go get changed."

After estimating his size, Carla knew that he probably wouldn't have a problem fitting into them.

The coffee had spilled all over his shirt and pants. If he walked out like that, people might have no good words to say about him. Thus, she just had to buy him a new set.

Besides, it was her fault, so she had to fix it. If she didn't do anything, it would weigh down on her conscience in the end.

Steven was surprised to see her with a bag of clothes, not really expecting that she'd be such a careful observer. It wasn't really that big of a deal since his house was nearby. He could just go back and change.

However, since she'd already bought him some, he thanked her and changed into the new clothes inside the restroom.

After he walked out, he looked around. She had already left.

"Sir, a lady left a note for you."

Steven took the note, noticing the beautiful writing that was scribbled all over the paper.

"Sorry, Mr. Steven, I am completely sorry for ruining your shirt. I hope the clothes fit you.

Forgive me for not apologizing to you in person. I was in a hurry so I had to go. I really am sorry!"

Steven walked out to see Carla already assisting the two kids back in the car. She didn't seem to notice him as she finally took off.

"Mr. Steven? Mr. Steven!"

"I told you I'd get that coffee for you. Hmm... wait, isn't that a new shirt?"

Victor had already walked inside when he noticed that he was taking too long. He furrowed his eyebrows when he stood there unmoving.

When he followed Steven's line of sight, there was nobody there.

"It's nothing. The coffee spilled. Do you mind getting me another two cups?"

Steven replied, waving his hand dismissively.

"Spilled? Is that why you had to change? Who did it? I'll give that idiot a..."

"Don't bother. I did it to myself."

Steven snapped before walking out of the restaurant.