The Supreme Soldier in the City-Chapter 194 Kitchen

James Brown had always been an early riser, and even on days when he felt like sleeping in, he would wake up on time and then take a little nap. That morning, upon waking up, he felt someone sitting beside him. Without opening his eyes, he stretched out an arm and pulled the person into his embrace, reckoning it must be Emma Campbell. He certainly didn’t believe that the young girl Sarah Grandy could get out of bed that early.

The girl beside him immediately draped herself onto his chest, and James Brown quickly opened his eyes. His senses were very sharp, and aside from the twins, Gina Lopez and Emily Lopez, whom he found hard to tell apart, he generally had no trouble distinguishing others. As soon as he embraced her, he knew he held Charlotte in his arms.

He pushed Charlotte away and, slightly annoyed, said, "What are you doing up so early and not sleeping, coming here for what?"

Charlotte opened her eyes wide and retorted in extreme dissatisfaction, "Look here, uncle, it was you who hugged me first. I haven’t even said anything about it, and you’re scolding me? Isn’t that like the guilty party filing the suit first?"

James Brown was momentarily lost for words at Charlotte’s rebuttal, but he was fairly familiar with this young girl’s antics. He surely knew she had done it on purpose. Annoyed, he gave her a glance and said, "Then what brings you here so early?"

Charlotte lifted up the piece of clothing in her hand, which was one of James’s T-shirts, and pouted her lips, "I was feeling cold this morning and wanted to find something to cover you up with, but no good deed goes unpunished, does it?"

This T-shirt had been in the wardrobe, not lying around, which in a way confirmed that what Charlotte said was true. This made James feel a bit embarrassed. Blushing, he responded, "Thanks for that. I thought it was Lemon, so I hugged you."

Upon witnessing James’s apology, the mischievous girl was invigorated. With an eyebrow cocked and a smug expression, she said, "No worries. I also want to be your mistress anyway. Shall we hug again?"

His face turned stern as James replied, "Stop joking around. Of course, I should apologize when I do something wrong, but I’m warning you, don’t say such things again, or I will kick you out immediately." He had taken Charlotte in for the past couple of days and had to ensure she didn’t get too comfortable; otherwise, she might cause some sort of mischief.

This time, Charlotte didn’t get angry but instead stuck her tongue out and said, "I was just kidding, don’t be mad, uncle."

James Brown was a bit surprised at Charlotte’s response. If she truly felt that way, it would indeed be a good thing, but he still said with a stern face, "Think about the consequences of what you say and do and consider whether it will cause trouble for others. I let your pranks slide in the past, but I won’t from now on."

"Fine, I won’t cause trouble. I dare not provoke you now. By the way, was the beauty with you the other day your girlfriend?" she added after a pause, referring to the one she had run into that day.

James flicked her forehead, stating, "Children shouldn’t worry about adults’ affairs. Just remember, Lemon is my girlfriend, and you’re right."

Charlotte crossed her legs on the sofa, wearing a cartoonish pajama top that bared her tender arms like young lotus stems. The hem was quite short, revealing a sliver of her belly. Her shorts, though not as revealing as underwear, looked as if she were wearing an extra layer over them, with her thighs completely exposed.

Resting her left elbow on her knee and twisting her fingers with her right hand, Charlotte continued, "Uncle, your story is really far-fetched. That day at the bar, I ran into one of your girlfriends, then at the restaurant, I bumped into another. And now it’s Big Sister Lily. Tell me, how many women do you have now?"

James also sat up and explained seriously, "The first one you saw is the sister of the CEO of my company, just someone who likes to joke around. The second one you met was a high school classmate, not my girlfriend. My only girlfriend is Lemon."

Charlotte pouted and challenged, "Uncle, you lie without even blinking. The first one I met said she was your girlfriend. The second time, just mention I have something to do with you, and see her expression—she was about to explode. You may think I’m young, but I’m turning eighteen this year; in a year, I’ll be an adult."

Stumped by Charlotte’s questioning, James could only glower and retort, "Just remember, my girlfriend now is Lemon, got that?"

Giggling, Charlotte gleefully taunted, "Uncle, you’re blushing with embarrassment, aren’t you? If you have them, you have them. I didn’t say anything bad. For a cool man like you, uncle, how can there be just one woman?"

"It’s none of your business. Just behave yourself while you’re here or I’ll send you packing."

"You’re only good at this trick," Charlotte scorned with a haughty glance at James, and then yawned, wiggling her little backside as she turned towards the bedroom.

James shook his head, somewhat troubled by this little girl’s unpredictable thoughts. She didn’t seem to mind that her father had a mistress on the side, and, in fact, seemed more upset by her mother getting angry over it. And her attitude toward him—he remembered how she’d constantly professed her desire to be the other woman. He couldn’t fathom why her ideas were so modern. What baffled him the most was that she wasn’t the kind of girl to take things lightly; she was still a virgin.

But no matter what kind of girl Charlotte was, James had no interest in such an underage girl. Even Emma seemed too young for him. However, Emma’s gentleness and consideration made him feel she was someone suitable to be a wife, which is why he had agreed to Emma’s proposal.

After lying in bed a while longer, Emma got up and tiptoed to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. James also got out of bed and joined her in the kitchen, where he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Emily had once said that the happiest thing for a couple was to be in the kitchen together, one cooking and the other holding the cook by the waist.

As James now put this into practice, he truly understood the wisdom in those words; holding Emma gave him a sense of contentment, and when she turned to look at him, her face was a picture of blissful intoxication.

"Why’re you up so early on a weekend?" James asked, resting his chin on Emma’s shoulder and inhaling her subtle fragrance, his lips gently grazing her cheek.

Emma’s face immediately flushed, her head tilting backward slightly as she whispered softly, "If Big Brother John were with me, I’d get up later."

James chuckled and said, "Charlotte’s the one who ruined our night. We could have slept together peacefully last night." His hand had already moved upward, touching Emma’s breast and beginning to knead it softly.

Emma’s face grew even redder and her breathing suddenly became heavy. She dropped the spatula onto the countertop with a clang that snapped her out of the moment. In a weak protest, she said, "Big Brother John, I am trying to cook."

James promptly turned the stove off and said, "We can cook later." But his mouth had already moved along her cheek, seeking her lips.

Emma had only tasted kissing yesterday and had reminisced about it all night. Now, as James initiated a kiss, she could not help responding.

Yet James’s hands continued to move lower. For men, there’s an inherent attraction, and even without a lot of flesh to grab onto, he was reluctant to stop his caressing, not wanting to let go.

Emma had already been kissed into a dazed passion by James. Being with him, she was all about giving; as long as James liked it, she was willing to do anything. Thus, while his touches made her feel shy, they also excited and thrilled her. She even found herself looking forward to James’s next move because she felt a yearning inside her, hoping that the naughtier he got, the better.

However, James stopped at that point. Any further action was off-limits, especially with Charlotte at home. Moreover, since he was not entirely ready to invest his whole heart in Emma, he didn’t want to continue. He felt it would be unfair to her.

Finally, their lips parted. James hugged Emma reluctantly and said, "Lemon, I’m going to take a shower."

Emma felt a twinge of disappointment but still managed a gentle smile, replying, "Then you go ahead."

As James released Emma, her gaze drifted downward, and her expression instantly turned to one of bashful embarrassment. James laughed awkwardly; such intimacy naturally excited him, and it was becoming a bit indecent. But given their relationship, he felt no shame and said jokingly, "If I don’t let go of you now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself."

Emma bit her lip gently and murmured, "I didn’t ask you to hold back."

James felt a surge of passion and grabbed her breast again, causing a soft moan from Emma. He said fiercely, "You know we can’t right now, yet you deliberately tease me. Lemon, you’ve turned naughty."

Laughing with her hand over her mouth, Emma found joy in seeing James flustered and felt a deep sense of happiness bubble within her.