Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife

Chapter 62 You Aren't Afraid That I'll Eat You?

James told her to put aside physics, but Kara still panicked a little.

"You don't believe me?"

The man's deep voice rang in her ears, and he pinched her small earlobe again. She felt itchy and

dodged with a low laugh.

"Uncle James, it tickles..."

"Why?"

James saw that her fair cheeks were pink. He knew that was because she had reacted to what he just

did. He smiled mischievously.

"It's weird, Uncle James."

Her earlobe was scratched by him. Suddenly, she felt her heart trembling. Her body felt very weird. She

felt an itch as if she was struck by an electric current.

Her soft voice was sweet and tender, and she unconsciously let out a murmur.

She did not notice it, but James felt a surge of heat surging through his body, causing him to react.

Damn it!

He cursed in his heart, with his legs crossed to conceal his embarrassment.

"If you're not good at math, do what you can. I'll explain the questions you cannot do later." He changed

the subject.

Kara immediately sat upright, nodding in agreement like a small warrior with a heavy burden on his

shoulders.

"OK!"

She looked ambitious, and her pink face looked silly. Seeing this, his cold eyes flashed slightly and he

took a deep breath to shake off the evil desire.

Kara continued doing her homework. But she discovered that James had been staring at her. She met

his cold and deep gaze.

For an unknown reason, her little face turned hot and she quickly moved her gaze away.

"Uncle James, do you have something to say to me?"

"Do you know the usual lawyer of your father?"

"Uncle Chiu, I know him." Kara was puzzled. Why did James ask her this question?

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing,"

James' handsome face was cold and indifferent. He looked at her with a complicated gaze and said to

her with comfort, "I'm keeping an eye on it for you. Don't worry."

"Alright." Kara believed him.

Uncle James was able to manage such a large SA Group, so it shouldn't be a problem to help her keep

an eye on the Quain Group.

However, she also knew that Uncle Adam was not a businessman. Under his management, the Quain

Group even didn't go bankrupt. She was glad to see that.

Her trust made James' eyebrows twitch, "Aren't you afraid that I would take away the Quain Group?"

Kara was stunned. She stared at him without blinking her big eyes. She replied after a long time.

"Uncle James, you won't."

If Uncle James was interested in Quain Group, with his ability, he didn't need to spend much effort to

get it.

But he said that he would help her defend the Quain Group!

"Kara, I'm a businessman. I won't do anything that isn't profitable." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Kara didn't know what to say.

She just said he wouldn't do it.

But what he said was also correct. Merchants never did unprofitable things.

"Uncle James, you must be joking with me." Kara laughed foolishly.

Panic flashed through James' amber eyes, but he still tried to be brave and joked with her. His thin lips

were pursed, and his tone was slightly cold.

"It seems you still don't believe me."

"No," Kara hurriedly explained. "My father said that you were a trustworthy person. He told me to look

for you after he died. But you were busy with work at that time, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

Her father was strangely ill, and his illness worsened soon. When she heard the news and rushed to

the hospital, the only thing he said was to ask her to find James.

Before she could ask her father the reason, her father passed away.

Afterward, she also tried to find James, but he was too busy with his work and always went abroad on

business. She failed to look for him twice, so Sophia stopped her from looking for him again. Then this

matter came to an end.

But why did her father ask her to look for James? Kara pondered deeply.

...

When James escorted her to the door of her room, Kara suddenly turned around.

She stared at him with her big and clear eyes, grabbed his large hands, and said solemnly.

"Uncle James, I really trust you."

He stared at Kara's small hands while she grasped him tightly. His brown eyes were deep and

sparkling.

Her appearance, liked the drowning person caught a piece of driftwood and didn't dare to let it go.

He wrapped his long arm around her slender waist and made her leaned against the wall with one

hand against the wall.

The light above his head fell down, and his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, unable to

distinguish his emotions.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll eat you if you're not worried about what I do to the Quain Group?"

Kara was not afraid when she was suddenly hugged by the man. She instinctively grabbed his arm and

chuckled softly.

"Uncle James, don't tease me. I haven't taken a bath yet. It's not delicious."

"Is that so?"

James' lower jaw rested on her shoulder and sniffed the faint medicinal fragrance on her body. Her

voice was still somewhat bitter around the tip of her tongue.

If you don't eat it, how can you know it's not delicious?

"Uncle James, are you very tired?"

He tilted his body, his lower jaw resting on her, and the mint fragrance was fresh and sweet from the tip

of her nose. She liked the smell.

"Yes."

Too tired to bear it.

Silence asked him, could he bear it?

He also asked himself in his heart, how long could he endure?

"Let me help you rub your head, okay?"

What she thought was very simple. Uncle James helped her make up for her lessons. She could help

him rub his head and relax his body as much as she could. It could be considered her with some value.

James raised his eyebrows with anticipation.

Kara took him to her room and let him sit back on the sofa. She rubbed his head.

Her slender pinky fingers curved and used the knuckles to gently rub his forehead. The proper amount

of strength made him feel comfortable.

"Not bad." He praised.

Hearing his praise, Kara embarrassedly explained softly.

"When my father tired from work, my mother would rub his head. My father also liked my mother to rub

his head. Later, when my mother got sick, my mother taught me this technique. My mother said it was

my grandfather's technique. Unfortunately, I have never seen my grandfather."

"Sometimes I asked my mother about my grandparents, but my mother cried every time. After that, I

don't dare to ask."

...

Hearing her mention the Kara Family, James suddenly moved forward with something that had

happened before. His jaw tightened, his thin lips pursed into sharp curves, and his cold eyes darkened.

Where the little girl could not see, he clenched his fists tightly with veins bursting out on the back of his

hands.

"Kara, are you very curious about your grandfather?" His voice was cold and indifferent.

Kara did not notice his emotion and shook her head.

"I haven't even seen him, but,"

A few unhappy scenes flashed through her mind. She quickly shook her head and chased them out,

changed the topic.

"My mother's health is not good. I dare not talk about my grandfather in front of her. I don't know why,

but my mother's health is getting worse and worse. Looking at her lying in bed with a haggard face, I

am especially scared. I am afraid that I will live like this in the future."

Thinking of her parents, Kara felt sad. Her eyes turned red, and her developed tear glands went out of

control again.

"Kara,"

James grabs her small hands and interrupted her train of thought, "You won't!"

"Huh?"

Kara stared at him in surprise. She didn't understand why he was so determined that she wouldn't

repeat her mother's life.

"Little fool, aren't you getting better and better now?"

"Uncle James, it's good to have you." Kara smiled through tears.

Uncle James said when she was crying, she was the ugliest. She couldn't let Uncle James see her

ugliest appearance.

Kara continued to give him a massage. Her fingers were sore and she called him a few times. She did

not hear his reply and lowered her head to look.

It turned out that he was asleep.

Thinking of Libby saying that Uncle James often had no time to eat because of his tiring work, she

couldn't bear to wake him up and get up to do her homework.

Until late at night, she couldn't take it on her own. Her big eyes blinked vaguely, and she took her

pajamas to the bathroom to have a bath.