Chapter 877 The Trip To Lover Island (Part Three)

Terence faked a cough, trying to stray from the topic. He stood up and held out a hand. "Babe, let's go out for a walk. We've been sitting here for a long time. It's time to get those legs working again," he teased but to no avail.

Carla was still sitting there, staring up at him.

"Sit down. You haven't answered my question yet," she stated blandly, motioning him back to his seat.

Terence smiled sheepishly before following her orders. He shouldn't have talked too much. If he didn't, maybe he wouldn't be in this situation.

"Tell me, how did you set me up that time?"

Carla crossed her arms, frowning.

"Honey, don't put it that way. Besides, it'll make no sense if I bring it up now. You can't get emotional. You're pregnant, remember?"

Terence tried to convince her, turning to the servant. "Is the chef finished? Bring out the desserts and fruit salad."

However, his sweet words did nothing on her. Her glare seemed even fiercer.

"You're still avoiding my question."

"Carla, you're thinking way too much into this. We have to make a plan if we want to reach the show."

Terence held her hands tightly, smiling at her. "At that time, something came up. It's not as if I planned it. It just happened. Why would I set you up?"

"Fine. It may have been an accident before we met, but what about after? What happened after?"

Carla urged. He could have fooled thousands of people, but it wouldn't be easy to fool her now. She knew him like the back of her hand.

"Carla..." Terence hesitated.

She was unamused, arching up an eyebrow. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Knowing that there was no way out of this, Terence gave a defeated sigh. "Fine.

You were right. Back when I was sure I liked you, I asked my men to do s

Carla lightly hit his chest playfully. "If you say so."

Terence lifted her head, kissing her gently.

They've already been with each other for six years.

However, she'd been missing for four.

With the several months she'd been with the Hua Family, he only got to spend a year with her.

Now that she was five months pregnant, he realized that he hadn't bedded her for half a year now.

It had been so long already.

How could he let anything interrupt them still?

Before Carla could speak up, they heard a cough from the doorway. It was his assistant.

"Mr. An, Mrs. An, Sorry to bother you."

The assistant rushed in carrying the bowls of fruit salad and desserts. He placed them on the table nearby.

Seeing the delicious food, Carla got out of Terence's arms at once. "I'm going to wash my hands."

When she came back, she saw that Terence was staring at the big screen, trying desperately to hold back his laughter. "Carla, come sit down and have a look."

Carla picked up a plate of fruit salad, and watched with him.

On the screen, Nathan was strolling on the soft sand with a coconut shell on his head. His face was shadowed by the dark.