Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 146

Kara took a shower and deliberately picked a conservative cotton pajamas before locking the door and returning to the bed.

She had just covered herself with the blanket when she heard a sound. James stood outside the door and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Kara, you're not listening to me again."

James closed the door and walked to the bedside.

"James, didn't you say you would give me two weeks to adapt?" Kara shrank back in fear.

James bent down and approached her. Seeing her nervous look, he just wanted to tease her.

"Two weeks are too short, so I have to teach you now."

James deliberately let out a breath by her ear. He felt her body tremble and the smile on his lips wider.

From the time he forced her, he could clearly feel that she had deliberately distanced herself from him. For his own benefit, how could James allow this to happen again?

After the engagement, he would not force her, but she had to adapt to his existence as fast as possible.

"No, no need."

"If you don't get close to me, how are you going to get used to my existence?" James burrowed into the blanket and placed his long arms around her waist.

Kara was furious and shook off his arm. Not only did she fail, but her small hand was held tightly by him.

"You don't sleep because you want to do something else?"

When Kara heard him deliberately asked her in a sexy tone, a numbing sensation flashed past her ears, her cheeks flushed, and she closed her eyes to hide under the quilt.

"Kara, you can't breath under the quilt."

The little girl was like a shy kitten, shrinking into the quilt and not daring to look at him. He held back his laughter and wanted to pull the quilt.

If she was muffled, his heart would break.

"No, I won't sleep with you!" She mumbled.

James sighed. Since she wanted to play hard to get with him, he could only cooperate.

He also got into the quilt. He wanted to catch her, while she wanted to hide from him, and the two played happily in the quilt.

When Kara was really tired of playing, she reluctantly lifted the quilt and panted heavily.

At the moment, in the quiet room, one could only hear the breath.

Kara was not used to the silence. The scene of the Hemmings flashed through her mind, and she asked tentatively.

"James, you don't seem to have a good relationship with your parents?"

James leaned to the side, stretched out his long arms, bent his wrist and rubbed her little head.

"What do you find out?"

If they wanted to be together in the future, he would not deliberately hide his relationship with the Hemmings.

"Your mother doesn't seem to like you that much."

Because she observed that Keely did not even look at him from the beginning, and she looked at James with fear.

"She is not my biological mother. You don't have to care about her attitude."

Kara stared at him in surprise. She wanted to raise her head to look him in the eye, but she was pressed down by his arm and could only rub against his arm.

"Then are you a child of the Hemmings?"

"Of course, I'm my father's son, and my mother is another woman." James felt warm as he saw her worried look.

Kara breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling that the cold air around him intensified when he mentioned his mother, she gently patted his arm.

"Since you are so good-looking, your mother must be very beautiful."

James felt her comfort and the cold air around him dissipated a lot. He rubbed her little head harder.

"Kara, you should call her mother now."

Kara rolled her eyes and turned around with her back against him.

James was not angry either. He rubbed her little head as if he was stroking a kitten. He stared at the ceiling, his mind filled with the bloody scenes from before. He narrowed his eyes.

He thought that thinking back to the past, he would definitely lose his sleep.

But hugging the little girl and smelling the faint scent on her body, he actually slept until dawn.