You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 591

John looked at them expectantly and signaled to them to speak up. Van opened his mouth and earnestly said, "At anytime and anywhere, I must protect myself."

Their father said, "Repeat it, Don."

Don hurriedly repeated, "At anytime and anywhere, I must protect myself."

"Good. Are you going to remember that? Your safety is paramount and you have to protect yourself. You're not able to protect each other yet so you have to look out for yourselves." He rubbed the children's heads and sighed.

"Remember what I said. Protecting yourself is protecting your mommy. Your mommy is our princess, and we are men in our family. You will protect her if you protect yourself first."

Then John got down from the chair, squatted in front of the bathtub, gently patted the children' faces, and asked them, "Remember? Young men."

"We remember, Daddy." Van rubbed his face against his father's palm and looked at him obediently.

Don grinned. "I know, Daddy."

John thought, 'I hope you really do.

If something happens to you two, your mother might forget who I am again and even find you a new father.'

With great concern, John gently pushed the two children into the bathtub and washed them until they were spotless. He lifted them up and dried them in bath towels.

Van and Don sat on the big bed and helped each other treat their burns. They even blew on each other's wounds considerately.

"Don, it won't hurt anymore after I blow on it," Van said.

Don also said, "Van, it won't hurt anymore after I blow on it."

When John came over with a hair dryer, he saw the affectionate scene unfolding. His heart melted and the warmth of their affection was probably hotter than the hair dryer.

John didn't have a very deep relationship with his two elder brothers, but they respected each other. Perhaps it was because he was the youngest son of the family, and his brothers were much older than him.

In addition, Sam seemed to arrange everything quite well. He didn't favor any of his children so the family was pretty harmonious. That in itself was quite rare in rich families.

It was so was balanced in fact, that the family was prospering. There were other reasons along with that for their rise to glory though.

Most of the rich families in the Lexingport City had a lot of children that constantly clashed heads when it came to the fight for power and family property.

John had been worried that his little boys would be at each other's throats one day, but after seeing them together, he knew that wasn't going to happen.

As long as Nina and he continued to raise their boys well, they would never have to resort to fighting.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer brought John back to his senses. He gently dried his kids' hair, tucked them in and told them a story.

As brilliant as he was, John wasn't the best storyteller. He put on a pleasant tone, but he sounded quite monotonous. It was even more boring than a teacher reading out of a textbook.

Even Don, who constantly had questions, couldn't muster up the interest to open his mouth. Van loved reading but he too couldn't stand this.

John's story was more like some hypnosis than anything. The kids were asleep in less than three minutes.

As he came downstairs, Nina looked over at him in shock. "Why do they sleep so fast every time you put them to bed?"

"Uncle John's storytelling is more hypnotizing than anything." James sat on the sofa with his legs trembling as he told the truth.

He hadn't left yet. He was waiting for John's overbearing and jealous nature to come out and take Nina away. James just wanted Emma to leave with him in all honesty.

"How do you know it's hypnosis?" asked Emma.

James raised his chin proudly. "Hey, don't you think that I know my uncle well?"

Nina pursed her lips and said, "He doesn't hypnotize them when he tells stories. I thought so before, so I tested it. He told me a good story."

"Can telling stories to you and to the children be the same?" James retorted. He was bringing up some valid points.

However, Nina didn't think so.

John raised his eyebrows slightly. 'He's right. James really does know me.'