The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 214 - 215: No Image

Chapter 214: Chapter 215: No Image

Sarah Grandy had not visited James Brown’s home very often, and when she did, she only saw Emma Campbell and never Emily Jenkins. So when she saw a beautiful woman dressed as a flight attendant return home with James Brown, she naturally assumed she was the woman James had found for himself, which couldn’t sit well with her.

With a tilt of her small face and hands on her hips, she asked fiercely, "Who are you?"

Emily Jenkins was startled by Sarah Grandy’s attitude but soon burst into laughter, saying, "I’m Big Brother Brown’s neighbor."

"Neighbor?" Sarah Grandy looked at James Brown with confusion.

James Brown glared and scolded, "Stop embarrassing me here, go stand aside."

Pouting, Sarah Grandy complained, "Why? I’m your concubine, at the very least, and she’s just your neighbor? You treat her better than you treat me."

"Concubine?" Emily Jenkins didn’t understand at first, mainly because the term was so obscure.

Proudly, Sarah Grandy declared, "That’s right, I’m the uncle’s concubine. That’s the woman besides his wife, how about that?"

This time Emily got the point. Her chest heaved dramatically a couple of times, and her ample bosom trembled along, then she burst into hearty laughter.

James Brown, uncomfortable with the laughter, pushed Sarah Grandy away, annoyed, "Could you please stop the nonsense?"

Noticing that James Brown was genuinely angry, Sarah Grandy dared not mess around any longer. She flipped her hair triumphantly and strutted inside.

"Concubine... haha... Big Brother Brown, you’re too awesome, haha... My admiration for you is as endless as the Yangtze River, haha..." Emily Jenkins laughed so hard she had to lean on James Brown’s shoulder, or else she would have fallen over.

"You’re laughing at me too, aren’t you? Don’t you want dinner?" James Brown said gruffly.

"I do want to eat! Haha... I’ll stop laughing, don’t be angry," Emily Jenkins tried to suppress her laughter, but it was obviously a struggle, as her chest continued to heave.

"Fine, fine, laugh to your heart’s content," James Brown gave up on Emily Jenkins. She was just that kind of carefree person, and together with troublemaker Sarah Grandy, there was no way this house wouldn’t be lively.

Emily Jenkins promptly kicked off her high heels and dashed into the living room, throwing herself onto the couch, and continued to laugh uncontrollably.

James Brown glanced at her, feeling slightly envious; the girl lay on the couch in flesh-colored stockings, and her uniform skirt rolled up a bit due to lying down. Since her legs were not tightly closed, he could see a bit of a view under her skirt from his angle.

This was definitely a super uniform temptation.

At this moment, Sarah Grandy was tilting her head and squinting at James Brown, her eyes flickering as if she spotted something. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she scurried into the bedroom.

James Brown shook his head, dispelling the naughty thoughts. Things were different now; he had to restrain his desires somewhat. Turning around, he headed into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

After just over ten minutes of busyness, Sarah Grandy came out and struck up a conversation with Emily Jenkins. Although Emily was older, her personality was like that of an immature child, and she found much in common with Sarah Grandy. They chatted gleefully, occasionally breaking into shared silver-bell-like laughter.

By dinner time, James Brown found the two had bonded as close as natural sisters. Birds of a feather flock together—they really got along well.

After dinner, Emily Jenkins opened her suitcase to find a gift for James Brown. She rifled through for a while but didn’t find it and started to get anxious, "Where did I put it? I hope I didn’t lose it?"

As she spoke, she began tossing the contents of the suitcase onto the floor.

James Brown was immediately at a loss. It was one thing for Emily Jenkins to take out items from the suitcase, but she had also flung around underwear, bras, stockings, and the like, completely heedless of James’s presence and without any embarrassment.

"Emily, if you can’t find it, don’t worry about it. I appreciate the thought," James Brown hastily tried to stop her.

Unrelenting, Emily Jenkins earnestly replied, "No, no, I must find it. I put a lot of effort into getting it. That old priest said it was blessed and could bring people safety."

"How about we tidy up the stuff when we get home before searching?" James Brown discreetly pointed to the undergarments strewn across the floor, hinting at her with embarrassment.

"Ah!" Emily Jenkins shrieked, hurriedly scrambling to stuff the underwear and such back into the suitcase.

Watching Emily Jenkins frantically search for her belongings, James Brown couldn’t help but smile and said, "Take your time, take your time. I’ve seen it all anyway, and I’ve seen plenty at your place before, so don’t rush."

Emily’s actions suddenly halted, she cocked her head and glanced at James, and blurted out, "That’s right, that’s right, you’ve seen it all, what am I hiding for, I’ll keep looking." Saying that, she retrieved everything she had just stuffed back.

James Brown was honestly speechless, but since Emily put it that way, if he said anything more, it would seem like he had something to hide, so all he could say was, "Then take your time, the more you throw, the messier it gets, and if it’s stuck in your clothes it will be even harder to find."

"Ah, I remember now!" Emily exclaimed joyfully, then dug through a pile of clothes and found a bra. She quickly untangled it and pulled out a string of sandalwood beads, triumphantly saying, "Found it, hehe, this is my favorite bra. I can forget everything else but not this one. I didn’t want to lose the Rosary Bracelet for Big Brother Brown, so I kept it with my bra."

At that moment, both James Brown and Sarah Grandy’s eyes widened in disbelief. To store a religious item with her bra was indeed an idea that could only come from Emily. James even wondered if doing so was blasphemous.

But Emily didn’t have such awareness and excitedly handed the bracelet over to James, saying, "Big Brother Brown, this is blessed by a renowned Priest. It’s said to be extremely effective, and I went through a lot of trouble to obtain it, so you better always keep it on."

James accepted the bracelet and put it on his wrist, saying with a smile, "Alright, alright, this is a good item, even better than real gold and silver. Thank you, Emily." In his heart, however, there was an odd feeling. Wearing the Rosary, he felt as if he was wrapping Emily’s bra around his wrist.

Emily nodded repeatedly, "Of course it is good, not just anyone can get such an item, hehe. May Big Brother Brown live a safe and long life—then I can enjoy your cooking for the rest of my life."

James burst into laughter, "All you’ve got on your mind is food."

Emily giggled and then turned to Sarah Grandy, "I’m so sorry, Charlotte, I didn’t know you were here, so I didn’t bring you any gifts."

Charlotte didn’t mind at all and chuckled, "Just remember me next time."

Emily laughed again, "I will have to remember for sure, you’re Big Brother Brown’s little sweetie. If I don’t butter you up, you might not let me come here to eat, and that would be terrible for me."

Wearing a proud expression, Charlotte said, "You said it right. If you make me happy, I will definitely take good care of you."

James suddenly felt a headache coming on. When these two girls talked, it didn’t take them long to get off track, so he thought it better to keep quiet.

Once Emily finished tidying up, she took the keys from James and went back to her place, while Charlotte watched James’ wrist where the Rosary beads were and asked with a pursed mouth, "Uncle, how does it feel to wear such beads?"

"Go on, don’t blaspheme. Otherwise, it won’t work," James said sternly, with an earnest face.

"Haha, The Almighty would be so mad if He knew, using a bra to wrap it up, haha, Sister Sarah sure has some wild ideas," Charlotte then flopped onto the sofa and burst out laughing.

James had been the butt of the joke for Emily and Charlotte for half a day and felt too lazy to pay them any mind, so he got up to exercise and left for the gym, surprisingly without Charlotte tagging along, which was unexpected.

Two hours later, James returned home to find Charlotte sitting on the living room sofa watching TV. He asked, "How come you never study? Just watching TV all the time."

Pouting, Charlotte replied, "I don’t want to study. What’s the point of studying so hard?"

James didn’t push further. For someone who didn’t like to study, no amount of persuasive reasoning made a difference unless an event occurred that could stir up her motivation.

It was still early that evening. After taking a shower, James also sat down on the couch to watch TV. Surprisingly, the usually bothersome Charlotte was behaving and simply focused on the TV show, seemingly entirely captivated by the program.

James was pleased with the peace and quiet, sitting beside Charlotte and lighting a cigarette to join her in watching.

Charlotte was engrossed in a comedy and burst into excitement whenever there was a funny scene. The young girl’s laughter was exaggerated, lively, and sweet to the ears. Her carefree youth was indeed enviable.

"Uncle, here’s a tissue for you," Charlotte said, fully focusing on the TV while reaching out to James.

James casually pulled out a tissue and handed it to Charlotte. This natural action led him to glance at Charlotte, and that look made his face flush instantly. The young girl’s nightgown had rolled up above her buttocks, exposing half of her little bottom, and James could see her panty lines and the glaringly pale skin.

If Charlotte were seducing James so directly, he would have sent her away long ago, but as it was unintentional, James couldn’t blame her. Moreover, this added a layer of stimulation and temptation, causing him to not only take a few more glances but also stirring something inside him, almost driving him to act on impulse.

"Uncle, what are you looking at?" Charlotte suddenly turned her head, her face full of confusion as she looked at James.

James Brown broke into a cold sweat, as if he’d been caught red-handed by Charlotte, with no way to explain himself.