Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife

Chapter 87 What Makes You So Proud? Your Big Boobs?

James was worried, so he took Kara to the Endocrine Dept. to see an old specialist.

The doctor was wearing reading glasses. Looking at the injury on Kara's face, he was sure that it was

not a big deal.

But he said the patient needed to apply for some medicine on the injury in case it would leave a scar.

Every young girl wanted to look beautiful. Hearing from James that she might be disfigured, Kara

immediately panicked.

Back at the villa, she chased James upstairs, craving the medicine in his hand.

James glanced at her coldly. He looked at her with disdain and mocked, "I am exaggerating. You have

to study. Having a few pimples doesn't matter at all!"

She didn't know what was good for her. He was worried that there would be a scar on her face, but she

acted as if nothing had happened and said that he was nervous.

She was very young. If she had a scar on her face, she would regret it.

"No, no, Uncle James is not exaggerating at all."

Kara tried to please him and hugged his arm like a spoiled child, but he avoided it.

"Studying is very important, but my little face is more important. I am not a born beauty. And if I am

disfigured, no one will dare to marry me. Uncle James, can I apologize? Please give me the medicine."

James sneered. He walked into the bedroom and ignored her.

"Uncle James, you are so handsome. Don't lower yourself to my level. I have a narrow view and am

rather stupid."

Wherever he went, she would follow. When he turned around, she did not stop and bumped into his

arms.

James thought that she would avoid, but she stood there in a daze and looked up at him.

Her bright amber eyes were filled with flattery. James controlled his restless body and pinched her

cheek.

"Why weren't you anxious before? Aren't you embarrassed to show such an ugly face in front of me?"

She had a cheeky smirk and deliberately knocked her forehead against his chest to please him.

After that night, Kara was on guard and wanted to keep a distance from him.

But when she heard with her own ears that James was into men, she was not vigilant anymore. When

James rubbed her head, she just thought that he was used to it.

"Sit down," James ordered coldly.

"Okay."

Kara sat obediently on the sofa like a little kitten, extremely docile.

He opened the medicine box and wanted to apply medicine to her.

"Uncle James, I can do it myself." She did not want to bother him.

"Then get out of here." He glanced at her coldly and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

"Please, thank you, Uncle James." Kara pursed her lips and sat down obediently to let him apply the

medicine for her.

James looked through the instructions before applying the ointment to her.

Kara looked up and saw that James was staring at her face. Her figure was reflected in his brown eyes.

She suddenly found that his eyelashes were so long.

"If you do well in the fine arts exam, I will take you out for fun," he said.

"Really? Where are we going?" Recently, she had been studying every day and was quite tired.

"Where do you want to go?"

James stared at her delicate skin. The red pimples were too conspicuous on her little white face, and

even couldn't be covered by the ointment.

"Well, Dad always said that when I recovered, he would take me to climb the mountain, but we never

had the chance. I want to climb the mountain. Uncle James, can we?" Kara looked forward to his

answer.

"Yes."

Climbing was easy for him as long as she was pleased.

With ointment on her face, Kara wore a mask when she went for the fine arts lesson.

Several senior fellows greeted her and saw that she did not take off her mask and asked about it.

Kara replied embarrassedly. There were pimples on her face. She was worried that it would scare

them.

Donald asked her if she was under too much pressure that caused pimples on her face. Kara nodded,

thinking that he was experienced.

The other senior fellows also shared their situations while preparing college entrance examination.

They also had pimples all over their faces and did not dare to go out to see anyone.

"Are you all very free?"

Master Larry came over and heard their chatter, feeling disgusted. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Master Larry," Kara greeted.

Recently, James taught her to not lower her head easily at any time. She was not used to it at first, but

now she got used to it and would not lower her head and not dare to see anyone.

"It's just a small exam. How can you be so nervous that you have pimples on your face? How

disgraceful!" Larry despised her, but he was still looking at her face.

Kara's bangs were down, covering half of her face. In addition, she was wearing a mask, so only her

big eyes could be seen blinking.

"Yes, I'm a little timid," Kara admitted frankly with a low voice.

"Do your best and pass the college entrance examination. And grab every chance to participate in

competitions," Larry encouraged her lazily.

"Okay, I will do my best." Kara smiled and raised her little fist at him, full of fighting spirit.

After Kara applying ointment for two days, her face got a lot better. When James sent her to school, he

saw her pinching the mirror and frowning her little face, and then knock on her forehead.

"Get off."

"Is it here?" Kara stared at her reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but ask, "Uncle James, am I

really ugly?"

James raised his eyebrows. The shape of her face was that of a standard oval face. It was small and

exquisite, with a classical charm. It had nothing to do with being ugly at all.

He had mocked her for being ugly several times, but that was just teasing. He didn't expect that Kara

had believed that.

"You used to be quite ugly, but now you're even uglier."

"..."

Kara bit her lip and secretly glared at him. After jumping off the car, she made a face at him before

leaving.

"Little girl, you dare to make a face."

James chuckled as he looked at her beautiful figure. Going to work seemed to be less boring for him

every day.

Not long after Kara arrived at the classroom, she sat down to do the exam paper. Just as she was

about to ask Arya to help her count the scores, she saw Elisa walk up to her.

"What's the matter?"

"Are you ready for the fine arts exam tomorrow?" Elisa asked.

"Yes."

She didn't want to talk too much about the exam.

"My tutor heard about three topics related to the exam this time. Would you like to know?" Elisa smiled

and asked.

As long as Kara lowered her head and put in a few nice words for her, she would reluctantly tell her the

topics.

Kara twitched the corners of her mouth and didn't want to talk to her.

"Hey, Kara, don't be so arrogant. You do have some talent for drawing, but no one can guarantee that

you will get good marks in this exam," Elisa was annoyed.

"Well, thank you for your concern, but I don't need it."

Kara glanced at her and suddenly thought of James's impatient expression, and then she learned to

put on a cold face.

Elisa looked at her cold face and felt a little guilty. She felt that Kara had changed a lot, but she could

not tell where she had changed.

Elisa made a bet with her tutor. And she wanted to help her when she felt Kara pitiful. And she had

thought that she could take this opportunity to get close to James, but she did not expect that Kara

didn't accept.

"Kara, not everyone is allowed to be proud. If you can't pass the fine arts exam, no matter how good

your academic scores are, it would be of no use!"

Elisa sneered when she saw that Kara was focusing on the exam paper.

Stupid girl!

"And what makes you so proud, Elisa? You big boobs?"

Arya kicked the table, causing it to shake. Elisa's face turned pale and she retreated in fear.

"Kara, I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it. If you won't pass, don't blame me for not reminding

you."

"You really deserve a lesson!"

Arya slapped her face with a book. Half of Elisa's face was red and swollen.

Elisa covered her face in a grievance, but she didn't dare to argue with Arya and stomped away angrily.