Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife

Chapter 156 Childish Public Displays of Affection

James knew that Kara agreed to get engaged to him to repay his kindness.

However, when he heard her say it, he felt depressed.

Didn't this little fool know that he loved her?

Since he had decided on her, it was impossible for him to let go of her. He could only take it slow.

Kara, who was still on the phone in the studio, continued, "What posture? Arya, what have you learned

abroad?"

Hearing Arya's words, Kara blushed with shame, "Arya, if you say these again, we're not friends

anymore."

"Kara, you are eighteen years old. You can start a relationship. James is the dream lover of all women.

If he treats you well, it is not a bad thing for you to be with him. He can protect you!"

"No, in my heart, he is just my elder." Kara clenched her phone, thought for a moment and explained.

"Arya, being engaged to him does not mean that we will be together for the rest of our lives. In addition,

I have no confidence in being with him forever. Do you understand?"

They ended their call.

Hanging up the phone, Kara felt a little upset. She got up and opened the window.

Just as she let out a breath, she heard a knock at the door. She was so surprised that she gripped her

phone tightly and stared at the man standing by the door in panic.

"Why did you come?"

Had he heard everything she said just now?

James walked into the studio and kicked the door closed, approaching her step by step.

"James, stop!"

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, she nervously moved to the side, but the studio was so

small that she could not make a distance from him.

He took a few steps in front of her, surrounded her with his long arms, and lowered his head to meet

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"Kara, I just heard you mention me. You couldn't wait to see me, right?"

"Of course not!" She denied immediately.

"As my fiancée, you can think more about me in the future, got it?" James smiled, pecked her cheek,

and rubbed her little head.

After being kissed by him, Kara felt dizzy but shook her head as response.

"Kara, be a good girl."

He approached her step by step and said in a threatening tone. Just as she was about to escape, he

held her face and lowered his head to kiss her.

If there were 100 steps between them, he would take ninety-nine steps. As for the remaining step, she

had to take.

Kara beat his chest with both hands until they hurt. She was held tightly by him. Their bodies pressed

together.

"James..."

She was so angry that she wanted to bite him.

"Make it louder and let everyone know that I am making out with my fiancée."

He bit her earlobe and chuckled, his low voice sounding in her ear.

When Kara heard the footsteps outside the door, she was tensed up and did not dare to make any

more sound.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but James did not let her go. Instead, he carried her to

the window sill and untied her clothes. His rough fingers reached in.

"James, don't..."

He kept fondling her.

"Kara, it turns out that it's a lie that you would try your best to adapt to our new life."

Kara shook her head. Her amber eyes filled with tears.

"Then get used to it."

James held her slender waist with one hand and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her again.

Although he didn't have much desires, he wanted her badly.

The footsteps faded away, and they came again.

Kara did not dare to make a sound. Unable to break free, she helplessly closed her eyes and let him do

whatever he wanted.

James didn't open his eyes until he tasted her tears.

Kara in his arms had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fluttering uneasily.

She looked desperate. It seemed that she was more suffering than doing something intimate. There

was a sharp pain in his heart as he carried her off the window sill.

"Do you hate me?" he asked coldly.

"No, no." After being carried off the window, she slowly opened her eyes. There were tears hanging on

her eyelashes.

She quickly shook her head when she heard him questioning.

It wasn't that she hated him, but she didn't like him being so overbearing that he didn't care about her

feelings at all.

"James, let's go back."

James stared at her and sneered in his heart.

Although she didn't say that she hated him, but she was unwilling to go back to the villa which she had

called home in the past.

"Knock, knock".

Someone knocked at the door of the studio, but before she could answer it, he had opened the door.

They were lost for words.

They turned around and saw Donald leaning against the door, shrugging innocently.

"Master Larry is looking for you. I didn't plan to disturb you."

They didn't know how to reply.

Kara did not expect that Donald would say this. Feeling that James was getting angry, she felt uneasy.

"Well, James, let go of me first. Master Larry is looking for me."

James did not let go of her. Looking at her expectant face, he was unhappy and lowered his head.

"Kiss me," He ordered in low voice.

Kara was speechless.

If James didn't let her go, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Kara's eyelashes fluttered as she stole a glance at Donald and took a deep breath.

She summoned up the courage and tiptoed to kiss him.

But he suddenly let go of her and took a step back.

"Little fool, don't stick to me. Go quickly."

She stared at him in shock. He looked calm, but she was in turmoil.

She could feel that he was really angry this time!

But she did not dare to delay and ran out of the studio.

After Kara left, Donald looked at James.

"She does not love you."

Donald still had a faint smile on his face, but his tone was different from usual, a little colder.

"Being with you, not only does she feel nervous, but also uncomfortable. To her, being your fiancé is

like being shackled. Mr. James, what do you think?"

Donald said slowly. His words stank.

However, James had been a businessman for so many years. He suppressed his anger and looked at

James with a faint smile.

"Thank you for your concern for my fiancée, Mr. Donald."

"Mr. James, you are good at business, but I want to mind you that you'd better not push her too hard."

Donald chuckled. He was mocking him at his childish act of tricking her to publicly display affections.

"Mr. Donald, you've overthinking it. My fiancée is different from the woman who was dead because of

you!"

James did not look at him. Instead, he went to appreciate Kara's recent paintings.

Donald's expression changed immediately. He suddenly took a few steps forward and stretched out his

fist, wanting to teach James a lesson.