Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 155

Kara shook her head violently. She blushed shyly and stared pitifully at James who was so calm.

"I, I didn't know it was porn."

She took a step forward and wanted to turn off the computer. Suddenly, a groan of pleasure echoed. Kara was so surprised that she trembled and jumped in shock.

"Uncle James, how to turn it off?"

When she was flustered and helpless, she would habitually call him Uncle James.

She was not familiar with the new computer, so she tried but failed to turn off the video.

She cursed Arya hundreds of times, but when she heard that groan, she was ashamed and blushed. She covered her face with her hands, not wanting to see anyone.

"Kara, if you don't turn it off, I promise I will do something," James teased her.

Kara peeked at him who got up elegantly through her fingers. With blushes on her cheeks, she ignored him and ran out of the study.

James was lost for words.

...

In the studio, Kara held her phone in a daze.

"Kara, are you okay?"

Donald had called her a few times but received no response. He patted her on the shoulder.

Suddenly being patted on the shoulder, Kara instinctively went on guard and punched.

Donald covered his nose and took a few steps back.

"Donald, are you all right?"

Kara did not expect it to be Donald. She looked at him apologetically. Seeing his nose bleeding, she was worried and quickly went to find the medicine.

When the others saw this, they gasped and asked him about it.

However, Donald did not care. He looked at the blood in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Kara, you look weak but you are powerful!"

Kara bowed her head and apologized. She had been chatting with Arya, asking her why she had sent the video. Arya had joked that she was giving her a sex education.

She was angry and had ignored James because of the video thing in the early morning.

Suddenly frightened by Donald, she punched Donald by accident.

"I'm sorry, Donald."

Kara felt guilty and quickly helped him sit down so that he could raise his head.

"Kara, Donald is not your enemy. Why did you hit him so hard?"

Jamya looked at Donald's hand in blood and wanted to wipe it, but was rejected by Donald.

She felt upset and hated Kara, so she raised her voice and reproached Kara.

"Sorry, it's my fault."

Kara would not quibble. After taking the medicine, she lowered her head apologetically.

"Don't make a fuss."

Donald glanced at Jamya coldly. Jamya drew back and her face darkened.

Looking up at Kara who was pretending to be pitiful, she gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and finally unclenched them. She could only suppress her anger and leave.

Donald looked up again with a warm smile on his handsome face. He looked at Kara's guilty face and chuckled.

"Kara, if you feel bad, draw me another painting. How about it?"

"Okay." Kara quickly nodded.

Although she did not know why Donald wanted her painting so badly. Maybe her paintings could make him feel more at ease.

However, she blushed at the memory of the content of the U disk yesterday.

"Are you okay?" Donald saw her face turn red and worried that she was sick. He touched her forehead to feel the temperature.