Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 42

Rory really didn't like James' bossy look and he gritted his teeth in anger.

Handsome as he was, Rory was Mr. Popularity when he was younger. Wasn't that the reason why James would take advantage of his tall figure and beat him up? Out of Jealousy!

"I could get you a woman, but you need to tell me what kind of women are you into."

After Rory finished asking, everyone stopped to stare at James with their bright eyes, wanting to hear which type of woman James liked.

James kept silent for two seconds. "Cute face, thin waist, long legs, and soft voice."

The corners of everyone's lips twitched.

Mr. James liked lolis!

Rory turned around to go out. When walking to the door, he suddenly thought of something and cursed.

"Damn it. James, do you think I'm a pimp?"

...

VIP lounge.

James stared at the woman with heavy makeup in front of him. She was coy to peek at him and did not dare to look up.

He frowned, but what appeared in his mind was the shy look of a little girl. Her pink face and pure and shining amber eyes seemed to convey many unspoken words.

His brown eyes were cold and expression was complicated.

"Take off your makeup first. It looks terrible!"

"..."

The woman blushed and ran to the bathroom to remove her makeup.

James lit a cigarette and walked to the window. He did not put it on his lips and watched the cigarette burn bit by bit with cold eyes.

Smoke wrapped around his face, which made his handsome face even more fascinating.

He didn't like strong smells and didn't smoke very often. Only when he was upset would he light one.

He didn't know what the little girl was doing at home?

He actually thought of home because of that little girl. What a subtle connection!

"Mr. James, I ... I have removed my makeup."

The woman standing beside the bed only wore towel. She saw the tall and straight figure of the man standing quietly by the window. His profile was perfect and the close-fitting shirt outlined his nice shape. How would his pair of long legs would look like when his trousers were off?

What a good man. Even if he didn't give her money, she was willing to sleep with him.

There was a cigarette between his long fingers. The smoke emitted a faint cold fragrance. As the night breeze blew, it poured into her nose like a love-philter.

Blood boiled all over her body and she loosened the towel on her body and threw it away.

"It's getting late. Let's go to bed."

She walked up to him and untied his shirt.

James looked at her quietly and did not refuse. That meant he agreed.

The woman's fingers trembled with excitement. She nervously unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and then the second one. Suddenly, the man reached out to pinch her face and lifted her chin.

"Mr. James, itch..."

She pretended to be shy and rubbed her small waist against his body, but the man pushed her away abruptly.

"You've had plastic surgery quite a few times, haven't you? Your face wrinkles when you smile."

The woman was suddenly pushed away and fell to the ground helplessly. Hearing his mockery, her face turned from red to black.

She was asked to have sex with him. What he needed is her private part. The fact that she had done plastic surgeries had nothing to do with him.

There were no wrinkles. He was clearly blind!

James took a step back with disgust in his eyes, "Your face is twisted when you laugh. Pretending to be shy is too embarrassing. Your hair style and color don't match your ugly appearance. What an ugly and fat woman. Rory's taste is really..."

As a quiet man, it was rare for James to suddenly say this much.

There was still a sentence left to be said, but certainly it was not a good one.

"How much did Rory pay you?" He asked suddenly.

The woman was judged by the man from the head to the toe and her face turned red. She wished she could kick the man in his face.

However, she didn't dare.

The man's expression was gloomy and his brown eyes were icy cold. His powerful aura was too frightening.

She sat stiffly on the ground and was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

"One ... one hundred thousand."