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Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 142

James was like a dormant beast with his gloomy and cold aura spreading outwards.

He was just about to step forward and protect Kara behind him when he heard her counterattack with a smile.

"You are right. Maybe it is fate that Kathleen did not appear during the engagement. James and I are fated to be together. No one can stop us."

Emily was too shocked to reply.

She widened her eyes, not expecting the delicate and weak little girl to be so eloquent. It was really surprising.

"Kara, I'm your father. Come, here's your red envelope." Quentin changed the topic and gave her a big red envelope.

Quentin never cared about the affairs of the Hemming family. He usually played with his own calligraphy and paintings and often did not stay at home.

In addition, his relationship with James was not good, so they rarely met each other. Their relationship was even more indifferent than strangers.

Kara looked at Quentin in surprise and respectfully called him father, taking the red envelope.

'The fashionable lady sitting next to Quentin must be James' mother.' She was nervous and respectfully called her mother.

Keely sized up Kara from head to toe. Seeing that she was obedient, she did not like her very much.

If she chose a daughter-in-law, she would definitely choose a beautiful and wealthy young lady, instead of a petty girl.

However, even if she was unhappy with the woman James chose, she could only hide it in her heart.

Realizing that Keely's attitude was a little distant and did not say a word, Kara felt even more uncertain.

Finally toasting the tea of several elders, Kara had already guessed the relationship between the other people of the Hemming family and James.

Other than the smiling Fourth Uncle, the others were not very good to James, especially James' parents between whom was no exchange of words throughout the entire process.

Emma sat next to Emily and watched as her mother gave Kara a big red envelope just because Kara served her a cup of tea. .

She clenched her fists in anger and wanted to strangle Kara.

'This woman was really calculating. She chased Kathleen away and had sex with James, even becoming his future wife.'

Today, Eli also came. Ever since Kara entered the living room, his gaze had never left her.

Eli clenched her hands on her legs. Seeing that Kara would look at James whenever he moved and they had a tacit understanding, he was filled with jealousy.

'Why didn't you wait for me and get engaged to James? I couldn't figure it out.'

After toasting the tea, Kara took several red envelopes.

She obediently retreated behind James, and then they ate desserts together while asking her some questions.

Gracie and Emily would ask her some tricky questions from time to time, and Kara would answer them if she could, and smile if she could not.

But when Eli asked her a question, the smile on her face froze.

"Kara, do you like James?"

Instantly, the surroundings quieted down, and everyone stared at Kara.

James narrowed his cold eyes to warned Eli. However, Eli looked straight at Kara and did not care about his threat.

Kara was a little guilty, but when she thought about her actions now represented James since they had been engaged, she absolutely could not make mistakes.

She raised her beautiful and slender neck, a bright smile slowly blooming on her face.

"Yes. It is because I like James that I get engaged to him."

"But you call him Uncle James. He is your elder, how could it be?" Eli said excitedly.

"Eli, she is your sister-in-law!"

James' voice was cold and his eyes revealed a hint of danger.

"Eli, don't be envious of your cousin. Your cousin is so charming that many young girls like him, right?"

Kara knew that Zoey was giving her a way out. She nodded and smiled, calm and composed.

"It's just the way I call him. James treats me well. He can appease me when I need it the most. My heart is not made of stone, so I fell in love with him naturally."

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