Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 122

Kara brought James upstairs, but he stopped at her door.

"James, your room is over there!"

James was so drunk that after thinking for a while he said, "Little fool, that room is James's! This is my room. Don't try to fool me."

Kara tried to explain to him, "But you are James, and so that is your room. This bedroom is mine."

"Mine!"

He repeated her last word with a serious expression as if he were making an important deal.

"James, are you kidding me. If you kept acting this way, I'll bite you."

James stared at her with angry eyes.

"You took my kiss, my hand, and now my bedroom. How dare you to behave so boldly in front of me?"

Kara was so shocked that she was lost for words.

She couldn't believe that he was described as cold and indifferent by others.

His childish behaviors while drunk made her want to discipline him.

"I won't be tricked even though you glare at me. This is my bedroom!"

He said as he pulled her to open the door.

When he saw the pink decorations in the room, he frowned and said, "Who chose the color? It's so ugly!"

Kara stood aside, speechless.

She was told by Libby everything in her room was his arrangement.

"But this bed looks nice. My Little fool and I have slept on it before. I like it." He held her and lay down on the bed.

Kara was both embarrassed and a little angry.

'He doesn't remember which one is his room, but he remembers we had slept together. Is this what a drunk man is like?'

"Then do you remember who you are?" She poked his face and asked, trying to be calm.

James seriously considered this for a minute, but he still couldn't think of an answer. He pulled his tie impatiently.

He suddenly saw a cup of water on the table. His eyes lit up and he turned to kiss Kara on the face.

"Little fool, I am a cup of water."

"What?"

She was shocked at his answer and then found it amusing. If she recorded his words tonight, he would be so embarrassed that he might want to make her, the only witness, vanish.

But now, he was probably thirsty. Therefore he got up to get the cup with his one hand still holding her.

"The cup needs water to fill it. Where is the water?"

"The water is downstairs!" Kara kindly explained.

"Let the water come upstairs. The cup needs water!"

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Kara didn't know how to respond to his drunk requests.

Seeing that she was standing still, he was upset and leaned towards her to kiss her.

"If you don't give me water, I will eat you!"

Kara saw him approaching and took two steps back out of fear.

"Alright, I'll get water for you, so don't kiss me."

However, he wouldn't let go of the cup or Kara's hand when she tried to pour some water for him downstairs. He stared at her coldly as if he were saying, "Don't you dare to leave me."

Kara took a deep breath and told herself not to be pissed off by such a childish man.

Moreover, James had taken care of her when she was in the worst situation. In return, she should be more patient with him.

"Mr. Cup, your water is downstairs. Would you like me to lead you to it?"

James glanced at her. Pleased with her attitude, he handed her the cup and thought that if she dropped it, he would immediately eat her.

Although he still thought of himself to be a cup, he found nothing wrong with the concept of a cup eating a human.

Kara looked at the cup that took her a lot of effort to get, and led him downstairs for water.

James was indeed thirsty. He drank two cups of water before he felt enough.

Kara stared at the cup and suddenly remembered that it was her cup. It was said that if two people drank water from the same cup, they were indirectly kissing each other.