Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 45

Kara was fixed to the spot with nervousness, her eyes darting.

Pretending to be calm, she pointed at a question randomly, "Uncle James, I don't know how to work out the answer of this question."

"Let me have a look."

James wore an indifferent look, took the pen from her hand and wrote a formula on the paper.

Seeing the writing on the plain paper, Kara was dazzled. As soon as James worked out the question, she came to search the answer online.

"Wow, Uncle James, you're amazing."

His answer was correct.

James glanced at the answer online. Obviously, his solution was easier to understand.

"Did you understand how I worked the problem out just now?"

Kara shook her head, staring at him with big amber eyes, like a kitty that had made a mistake and tried to bury herself.

Being stared by her like this, James reached out and rubbed her little head involuntarily. When he realized what he was doing, his arms froze.

With deep eyes, he pursed his thin lips as if he was angry with himself.

"I'll show you one more time. Listen carefully!"

"Got it."

His deep voice was charming and mellow. When it entered her ears, Kara's ears rumbled and her mind went blank.

Kara told herself that Uncle James was like a father to her and there was no need to be nervous.

However, her brain was in buzz uncontrollably, and she was unable to calm herself down and listen to him.

...

She blushed, her heart racing.

"Do I make myself clear?" James asked coldly.

Kara was too nervous to hear him. How could she possibly understand how the problem was solved?

...

His voice sounded on her eardrums, making her dizzy and her gaze wander.

His breath entered her cochlea, and reddened her ears. She was not quite herself.

"Uncle James, I don't feel well. I want to go back to have a rest."

She was tongue-tied, failing to pronounce clearly when she spoke.

Looking at her blushing cheeks, James touched her forehead with the back of her hand in concern. Her forehead felt extremely burning.

He narrowed his eyes, worrying that she might be sick after leaving hospital.

"Are you running a fever? Let's go to the hospital."

He remembered Will said that Kara could not stand a fever; otherwise, her brain might get damaged.

"Thank you. But I think I just need to go back to have a sleep."

Kara pushed his arm away and ran out of the study in panic.

James followed her out with concern.

Outside her bedroom, he knocked on the door.

"Kara, let's go to hospital if you don't feel well!"

There was a trace of gentleness in his voice, which was devoid of any coldness it carried when they were in the study.

"Uncle James, I need to take a rest."

Kara went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water. She took a deep breath when her face regained calmness.

Hearing Uncle James words, which was full of concern, she felt guilty and opened the door.

"Uncle James, I am not having a fever. Maybe it is because the temperature in the study room is high."

In order to prove that she was fine, she beamed a smile at him and placed her big hand on her tender forehead.

James frowned. The temperature in the study was not high at all!

With the back of his hand touching her forehead, he was relieved after making sure that she was fine. But he found his hand reluctant to move away from her face.

He rubbed her doll-like Barbie cheeks, and found it even harder to move his hand away.

The man's palm was wide and his fingers were slightly hot, but there was a chill in his hand. His giant hand could block her view.

She smiled and her amber eyes were as bright as stars. "Uncle James, I'm really fine. Do I have your trust now?" she asked.