Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 164

Jeffery took Vivian out of the studio. Except for Larry, they were staring at Donald in fear.

Donald noticed that Kara was staring at him with shock. He raised his eyebrows at her and put on a smile.

"Did you see a ghost?"

Kara swallowed. He was more terrifying than a ghost at the moment.

He was worried that he would scare her. He didn't want her to see his fierce side, so he had hidden it from her.

He calmed down and smiled at everyone. "Master Larry was right. Kara is the youngest in our studio. As her seniors, we should take care of her. I hope such things will not happen again. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded. Donald was warning them by expelling Vivian.

That was what they would get if they dare to bully Kara. From now on, even if they wanted to do that, they would not have the courage.

"Well. Go back to your work, everyone. Kara will be on duty in the painting hall with me."

Jamya nodded. He had proposed it.

How could she refuse?

Everyone went back to their work. Kara lowered her head and got the besom to sweep the fragments of the teacup.

"Kara, put it down. Let me do it." Frankie stepped forward to stop her.

"Thanks, Uncle Frankie. I can do it."

Kara shook her head. She could do it.

Frankie felt Larry staring at him and helplessly rubbed his forehead. James said that Kara was here to learn drawing.

If she was to get hurt again, not only would Donald lose his temper, but James would not forgive them.

The besom was snatched away by Frankie. Kara then wanted to get a rag to wipe the paint on the table but was stopped by another senior sister. She felt awkward.

"Don't get in their way. You go get the damaged painting with Donald and repair it." Larry scolded her.

Kara nodded.

She bit her lips and followed Donald to the drawing hall.

Seeing her being upset, Larry was shilly-shallied.

She had just been frightened. Now he was too fierce to her. Would he scare her?

It was difficult to take care of a little girl.

When they arrived at the drawing hall, Donald saw that she was upset. He thought that it was because she had been scolded by Larry.

"Master Larry is childish. He scolded you because he didn't know how to comfort you."

She shook her head. "I know that Master Larry didn't target at me. It was my fault. However, everyone was scolded by Master Larry. I feel bad about it."

Donald realized that she was sensitive. He helplessly rubbed his forehead.

"If you feel sorry for them, treat them to a meal as compensation."

Her pure amber eyes lit up. He was touched when she blinked and her long eyelashes fluttered.

"Does it work?"

Although she did not care about what everyone thought of her, they had to work together in the following days. If their relationship went wrong, she would feel awkward at work.

"Of course," Donald comforted her.

Whether it worked or not, as long as she was happy, he could make the impossible possible.

Hearing his affirmation, she was relieved and a faint smile flickered on her face.

They went to check the painting damaged by Ronin. It was the work of a famous painter. It was a dancing doll that lacked a leg now.