Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife
Chapter 121 I Will Sleep with You

Libby opened the door and saw a courier standing outside the door. She thought that she had not bought anything online. "There is a package for you. Please sign here."

"For whom?" Libby took the package from the courier and didn't replace any information about the recipient.

"I don't know either. I just sent the express delivery according to the address."

The courier checked the address before leaving.

Libby was puzzled. Mr. James definitely wouldn't buy things online. Then she handed the package to Kara.

"Miss Kara, is this yours?"

Kara took the package and thought that she had bought a lot of things recently, but the address was her studio. How could it be sent here?

Did Arya send it to her?

She wanted to open it first to see what it was and to know whose it was.

There was a stack of photos inside the package.

When she saw the familiar person in the photo, she frowned. Libby also stretched out her neck to look. Kara panicked and immediately put these photos away. "What is it, Miss Kara?"

"Nothing. Just some photos of my favorite movie star. I even forgot about it."

She put away the photos, and her eyes flashed. She didn't want to eat dinner anymore and went upstairs with these photos.

Kara waited until midnight before James returned to the villa. When she went downstairs, she saw James lying on the sofa, exhausted.

Nolan, who had sent him here, stood helplessly by his side and looked up at her as if he had seen his savior.

"Miss Kara, Mr. James is not in a good mood. He is drunk. Please take care of him. I have something to do, so I will go first."

"Wait..."

Kara wanted to stop him and let him help James up the stairs.

But Nolan ran too fast and he had already gone out before she could even say a single word.

Looking at the tall man lying on the sofa and smelling the strong smell of alcohol on his body, she frowned and went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water for him. "Uncle James, have some water."

When James heard her voice, he did not turn around. He got up and prepared to go upstairs.

"Uncle James, you..."

James got up too quickly. He staggered and crashed into the coffee table, then he fell back onto the sofa.

Kara was worried that he was injured, so she reached out to help him, but was pulled by him, and the two fell down on the sofa together.

He lay on top of her, the smell of alcohol on her neck tickling her.

"Uncle James, are... are you injured?"

"Little fool, I bumped into you. Are you injured?"

There was mist in James' brown eyes and his cheeks were red. He propped up his hands and looked down at her.

"I'm OK."

Kara did not dare to look at him in the eye and wanted to get up on her side.

James pressed down on her shoulder and pinched her jaw. He seemed to have found a very fun toy and his cold fingers lingered on her cheeks.

Kara froze and did not dare to move. All her feeling was concentrated on her face and the tip of her ears was hot.

"Uncle James, you are drunk. Please get up first. I will ask Libby to make some soup for you."

"Yeah, a little drunk."

Today, after drinking with Rory, he was dizzy and he was really a little drunk.

He bent his elbows and propped them on her body, like a cheetah ready to fight.

His gaze fell on her tightly pursed lips and he licked his own lips.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

Kara was shocked.

She glared at him and wanted to turn her head. He held her little face in his palm and fixed it.

"Uncle James... No..."

No matter how hard she struggled, after tasting her taste, he was not satisfied and wanted more.

He reached behind her and held her tightly in his arms.

"Oh..."

He hugged her too tightly, and she was a little breathless, but she could not break free, so she bit him angrily.

James had already anticipated her action. He pinched her jaw and took the opportunity to continue.

He kissed her until he was satisfied, like a hungry wolf that had eaten its fill before letting go of her.

"Call me by my name." He ordered in her ear.

Kara didn't reply.

She panted heavily. When she heard his words, she stubbornly refused to speak.

James raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face. He seemed to be very patient to argue with her about a name.

He kissed her again, even harder than before, and longer this time.

It seemed that he intended to torture her. He kissed her to the point of suffocation, then gave her some air, and then the next kiss continued.

After several times, Kara was almost insane because of his kiss.

She thought to herself that she was definitely the first to be kissed to death!

Uncle James like this was unfamiliar. Kara was flustered and did not know how to face him.

"Good girl, call me by my name."

His lips pressed against the corner of her lips, forcing her again.

Kara could finally tell that she could not be serious with a drunk man, or else she would be the one suffering.

"James..."

Getting used to calling Uncle James, she felt awkward to suddenly call his name.

She practiced twice in her heart, but she still stuttered when she called out.

"Little fool, what are you saying?"

Kara gritted her teeth. He was really used to this nickname.

"Don't call me a little fool. And I will call you by your name." She said angrily.

"What?"

A smile appeared on James' handsome face. The little girl was still negotiating with him! "James, you, you don't kiss me, and I'll call your name, okay? James, James..."

Kara widened her amber eyes, which were filled with shock.

She had already called his name, so why was he still kissing her?

Moreover, she found that the drunk James seemed to be more aggressive and attractive.

"Little fool, this is a reward for you. Do you like it?" he asked with a smile.

Of course, she didn't like it!

Kara pushed him away angrily and touched the corner of her lips, her face darkened.

"If you don't like it, give it back to me!"

He refused to give up, hugged her shoulders, and wanted to kiss her again.

"No!"

Kara covered her lips. In order to be safe, she covered his thin lips with her other hand.

James was unhappy. His attention was diverted by her hand. He pinched her hand in his palm. It was soft and small. His eyes were filled with interest.

He placed it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it as if he found a familiar scent.

"Little fool, if you don't return my kiss, then give me your little hand."

Seeing that James kept pulling her arm, she felt like he was going to pull her arm off.

"James, please wake up. My hand is connected to my arm and my arm is connected to my body. How can I give it to you?" Kara was depressed. If he continued to pull her, her arm would really be torn off. "Then give me all of you!"

He pinched her wrist and ordered her proudly.

Kara was speechless.

She now believed that he was really drunk.

The drunk James was different from usual. A little childish.

"James, do you know who I am?"

She tried to pull her wrist away from his hand, but that was discovered and he bit her arm.

"It hurts so much. Let go of me!"

Kara pushed him away and looked at the mark on her wrist. She was so angry that she even wanted to bite him in return.

"This is my hand. If you dare to take it away, I would kill you!"

He narrowed his eyes and threatened her. His handsome face was gloomy. This appearance was really kind of scary.

"James, you..." Kara rolled her eyes in anger, but when she thought that she could not argue with this drunkard, she took a deep breath.

"I'll take you upstairs to sleep, okay?"

James stared at her for a few seconds, as if he was examining her, but his misty eyes were unfocused.

"If you sleep with me, I will allow you to take me upstairs!" He was arrogant.

It seemed that it was such an honor for her to take him upstairs.

"Alright!" Kara gritted her teeth.

When she got upstairs, she would definitely kick him onto the bed!

But usually, things did not go as one expected.