Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 317 Didn't I Paint Well

Carla hurried to push Noah aside and timidly looked down. This whole situation was making her

flustered so she coughed slightly to cover that. She then placed the goblet she was holding on a tray

held by a waiter, who was standing beside them.

Although she pretended to be calm, her heart was flipping inside her chest with every second passing

by.

"Well, let's stop here. Callie is still young after all so we better stop kidding her. That's enough," said

Ivy, Albert's wife, figuring out that it was time to stop everyone from teasing and embarrassing the two.

"Noah, I'm a little tired. Could you please push me back to my room?" Carla looked up at the man and

asked in a low voice.

Wordlessly, Noah just nodded his head. He put his goblet down and pushed her towards the elevator.

Little did everyone know that there were two people watching everything going on from outside the

hotel's glass window.

"It's time to leave, Mr. Terence. Shall we go?"

asked Rainer cautiously.

He was afraid that people might notice them if they stayed there any longer.

Terence's decision to come there was outright confusing for Rainer. Why did his boss decide to be

there when he knew all along that what he'd see would hurt him?

Nonetheless, Terrence didn't even speak a bit and just remained watching Carla and Noah enter the

elevator. He waited until the elevator completely closed and the two were out of his sight. He then

walked wordlessly towards his car before turning back at Rainer.

"Watch over Noah, Rainer," he ordered in a serious tone. His face was dark as if all the lights were

drawn out of it. Then he added, "Report all his actions to me."

"Yes, I will,"

answered Rainer immediately as he raised his head to look back at Terrence. Having been aware of

how much his boss loved Carla, he could just imagine how hard it was for Terence to watch her with

another man.

He could bet his bottom dollar that his boss was feeling murderous now.

Thus, he asked, "I can't understand why you came here, Mr. Terence. Do you really want to make

yourself suffer?"

Expressionlessly, Terence just looked at Rainer. He pulled the door open in one swift move and got in

the car. "You wouldn't understand, Rainer," he said.

Then he turned his head to the man on the driver's seat and ordered, "Let's get out of here, Nathan."

To be honest, Terrence wasn't ready for all the emotions attacking him now. He thought that it was

better for him to personally see what Carla was doing in HA City. He thought it was easy to just watch Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

what was happening between her and Noah.

He was wrong. It crashed him. However, he believed that all this pain he was feeling would eventually

turn into his strength over time.

On the other hand, Carla and Noah were finally back to the hotel room.

Awkward silence was engulfing them as they walked in.

Noah ordered a new room for Carla, hoping that it would give her a short yet satisfying rest. The hotel

lobby was flooded with all kinds of people and he was worried that it would make her uncomfortable.

Noah and Carla were the most important people at that banquet. Thus, they were not supposed to

leave the hotel this early.

But then, Noah didn't want to push Carla too hard. He wouldn't mind giving her more time to get

accustomed to all these changes around her.

"Carla, I didn't mean to do that. I was just left with no choice back then. I am so sorry," Noah

apologized. Upsetting Carla nor frightening her wasn't exactly his plan.

As a reaction, Carla just smiled and said, "I know."

"I will call the room service to bring you food. Then I will send you home once you are done eating. I

want you to live with our mother for the next days. I want you to enjoy some family time with her. Call

me if you get bored, okay? You can come to stay with me in my house," said Noah sincerely.

He gave Carla's beautiful face a quick once-over until his eyes landed on her lips. In an instant,

everything inside his head went blurry as memories of their kiss flooded him all over again.

'I could have kissed you longer if I don't care about your feeling, Carla. God knows how much I want

you. However, I'm not in a hurry and there's still a lot of time for you to learn to accept me, ' he silently

thought.

"Okay. You should be back with the guests, Noah. Tell them that I am not feeling good and need some

rest. I will be back soon," answered Carla with a nod.

Being a patient right now, she believed that those elders wouldn't blame her for anything at the

moment.

"Sure. Rest here for now. I will take you home after the banquet," agreed Noah before leaving Carla

alone in the room. The engagement banquet finished successfully.

Minutes after it, Carla was taken to the Hua family's residence.

It wasn't easy for her to move around. Thus, she just stayed inside the house the whole time to recover.

Time fled and half a month already passed.

Andrea had focused on cooking all kinds of delicious and nutritious food for Carla while she was there.

Moreover, a specialized doctor visited Carla every week to give her check-ups and help her with simple

exercises too.

Carla basically didn't need to do or think about anything. All she hoped for was for her leg to recover as

soon as possible so she could start walking freely.

Noah seldom came home. However, he still visited Carla and Andrea once a week. There were even

some times when he would stay and sleep in the Hua family's home.

It was a normal night.

After eating supper, Carla walked around in the yard with the help of her cane. It was a part of her

recovery exercise. She did this for a while then went back to her painting room upstairs.

Her whole half a month was spent watching soap operas and painting.

She wasn't sure but sometimes, it seemed that her mixed emotions were the ones doing the painting

for her. Thus, she couldn't even understand what she was drawing.

She was just doodling randomly to kill time.

It was clear to her that she wouldn't come up with a decent painting unless she calmed her mind.

"Come in," said Carla.

She was holding a brush at that time with her injured leg placed on a low stool beside her drawing

board.

Noah opened the door and saw Carla. His eyes then landed on the paper the girl was drawing on. He

wasn't an expert but he knew a thing or two about paintings.

However, he could tell that Carla's paintings were nothing but scribbles. Yes, they were abstract, to put

it kindly. But then, it was obvious that the drawings were just done randomly and lacked style.

"You're painting again? If you really like painting, I can hire a teacher for you. Isn't it a good idea?"

asked Noah with a big smile.

He walked towards Carla and stood next to her drawing board. This time he saw clearly what she had

drawn. It was painted with mixed colors including black, blue and yellow. The sight of it made him

frown.

"What do you mean? Are you saying that I'm not a good painter?"

Carla turned her head to give Noah a short glance. She then turned back to her pallet and continued

mixing her paints.

"Hmmm, nothing. You have painted well," Noah comforted. It was a big lie though. Honestly, he didn't

think that the painting was good. Looking around, he saw many failed paintings scattered in the room.

None of them could be called decent at all.

"You don't understand my creation. What I have drawn are destructive paintings," said Carla proudly.

She knew that Noah couldn't appreciate her paintings so she tried to explain. She didn't even stop

painting at that time.

Carla was also well aware that she didn't have the talent for painting.

She was just doing this to release her pent-up emotions.

Staying inside her room all day long would only make her even more sick and gloomy.

"Well, I have brought you some books this time. They are history books, classics, unofficial history

books and so on. Oh, there are also some romance novels. I heard that young girls are fond of reading

such things. You can read them in your available time."

As he finished talking, Noah turned around and brought a box inside the room. He opened it to show

the stacks of books he bought for her.

Carla dropped the brush and picked one of the books. She asked, "Do you think that my paintings are

terrible and I'm just wasting papers on them, Noah?"

"No, you are thinking too much. If you really want to paint..." Noah intentionally didn't finish his words

and shot a glance at the scattered painting. It took him some seconds before opening his mouth again.

"Here you are. I have also prepared these."

A big smile appeared on Carla's face upon seeing a new set of paper in Noah's hand. She immediately

took it and placed it next to the books. She said happily, "Well, then I am not going to refuse your

kindness."

She thought for a while as she gave her room a once-over. Then she added, "Noah, you have brought

me so many things. I will feel guilty if I let you leave empty-handed. So, why don't you choose a

painting here as a thank-you gift? Come on. If you like, I can even give you all these paintings!"

Noah looked from side to side. He then shifted his gaze from those paintings to Carla. Smiling

helplessly, he answered, "I don't think you need to send me any of these paintings. They will still end

up inside my home in the future after all. I can stare at them by then as much as I want once that

happens."

"Are you saying that you don't like any of them? Come on. Just choose one at least and hang it on your

wall." Carla smiled and picked one of the paintings. She showed it to Noah and asked, "How about this

one? It is called Grey Desert. Look at it! Don't you think it's poetic?"

Noah didn't know what to say at that moment.

He just looked at the picture silently. He couldn't see more than just messy grey doodles on that paper.

It took him a while choosing the right words to say before he shrugged his shoulders. "Carla, there is

an exhibition tomorrow. It is held by one of my best friends. Do you want to come with me there?"

On hearing that there was an exhibition to see, Carla immediately nodded and said excitedly, "Okay,

that's great. It will be a good chance for me to see whether the paintings there are better than mine."

"Well, then I will sleep here tonight. And I will take you to the exhibition tomorrow morning," said Noah.

"Okay, that's great. Noah, I am thinking whether I should also hold an exhibition to let myself be known

by people. Do you think it is possible?" asked Carla.

She seemed not to know her painting ability. Feeling self-contented, she looked at Noah and grinned.