The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 240 - 243 Such a Chat

Chapter 240: Chapter 243 Such a Chat

Leaving Helen Wilson’s house, James Brown couldn’t rid himself of the inner flame that kept burning. Having spent the past couple of days living with Gina Lopez, a stunning beauty right by his side, he could only look but not touch, which already frustrated him to the point of internal combustion. Coupled with Helen Wilson’s provocations, he now urgently needed to vent out his pent-up frustration.

At this time, the most appropriate person to turn to would naturally be his girlfriend, Emma Campbell, but James Brown didn’t do so. It didn’t feel right to arouse his lust with another woman and then take it out on Emma. It was unfair to her, especially since it would be Emma’s first time, and James Brown wished to create a truly special atmosphere, not one driven by mere desire.

Of course, James Brown didn’t wish to go to a bar seeking one-night stands anymore. Having a girlfriend meant he couldn’t continue his old reckless behavior.

Yet the fire raging inside him was truly unbearable. Without finding some release, he feared he wouldn’t sleep well that night. After hesitating, James made a call to Sunny Nguyen.

The phone was answered immediately, and James Brown bluntly said, "Sunny, I want to stay at your place tonight."

Sunny Nguyen obviously was taken aback, but quickly replied, "Would I have a reason to refuse if you want to come?"

"Okay then, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Go take a shower first." James Brown spoke very directly with Sunny.

In less than twenty minutes, James Brown arrived at Sunny Nguyen’s place. She was only wrapped in a towel, apparently just out of the shower.

Tracing circles gently with her finger on James Brown’s chest, Sunny spoke in a coaxing tone, "Don’t burden yourself with guilt. I’m not going to wreck your relationship with your girlfriend. We’re all adults; we know what we’re doing here."

James Brown’s phone suddenly began to ring. Both of them, caught in the heat of excitement, did not stop. Despite the persistent ringing, it was Sunny who eventually paused, suggesting, "See who it is."

James could only pick up the phone, seeing the call was from Gina Lopez, and said, "It’s Gina, don’t bother."

Sunny quickly responded, "Just answer it. What if it’s something important?"

After a moment’s hesitation, James answered the call.

"James, why did you take so long to answer the phone?"

"I’ve been busy. What is it? Why are you calling so late?"

Gina Lopez’s tone suddenly softened, "I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d call you. Can you talk with me for a while?"

James Brown was taken aback, "Talk now?"

"Yeah. Am I disturbing you?"

"Who are you with?" Gina’s voice suddenly grew louder.

"What do you think?"

"You..." Gina’s breathing suddenly became heavy, as she clearly heard a woman’s voice, which sounded just like the moans she herself made that day. That could only mean James Brown was getting intimate with another woman.

At that moment, Gina Lopez felt truly furious—her anger surged without a warning, leaving her utterly unprepared. But furious she was; this scoundrel was shamelessly being intimate with another woman now.

"Sister Sunny? Are you with Sister Sunny?" Gina finally recognized the owner of the voice, exclaiming in shock.

Sunny’s reaction was to flop down on James Brown’s chest in embarrassment, biting his chest and accusing, "You jerk, did you do it on purpose?"

James Brown chuckled and quipped, "Mr. Lopez wants to speak with you."

Knowing she couldn’t avoid the confrontation, Sunny took the phone, clearing her throat, "Gina, this guy came here on his own, I didn’t invite him."

Hearing Sunny’s voice, although it was still somewhat displeasing, Gina felt it was much better than hearing a stranger’s voice. She took a deep breath and asked, "Am I interrupting you two, then?"

Knock, knock, knock. After a series of knocks, Grace Lopez pushed the door open and peeked in, querying, "So? Did my brother-in-law ignore you?"

Gina Lopez gave a faint smile, lifting her cellphone, and said, "Take a look for yourself."

Emily Lopez took the cellphone and flipped through the chat log, exclaiming in surprise, "It’s been over three minutes. Don’t tell me your brother-in-law accidentally pressed the call button?"

Gina Lopez said proudly, "Think whatever you want."

Emily Lopez blinked her eyes and said, "This isn’t like you, to have such a long conversation with your brother-in-law. You don’t usually talk much with him."

Gina Lopez felt a twinge of guilt inside. If it were just James Brown, she indeed wouldn’t know what to talk about. It was because she was talking to Sunny Nguyen that the conversation lasted longer, but she wasn’t about to admit it and simply said, "Don’t think that your brother-in-law doesn’t talk much to me on a regular basis, but when we talk alone, he has plenty to say."

"Yeah right, talk to me again after you’ve got a marriage certificate with my brother-in-law," teased Emily Lopez.

"It won’t be too long," Gina Lopez replied, seeming truly confident this time.

The next day, James Brown left Sunny Nguyen’s house early in the morning. There was Helen Wilson to check on as well. On his way, he bought some breakfast before opening Helen Wilson’s room.

"How did you get in?" Helen Wilson was already awakened by the sound of the door, but since James Brown had called out to her upon entering, she didn’t mistake him for a thief.

"Hehe, a lock is not going to stop me."

"Humph, couldn’t you use a key instead? What if someone saw you and thought you were a thief?"

"Well, you’d have to give me a key for that to work, wouldn’t you?"

Helen Wilson was at a loss for words. She felt quite happy about James Brown’s early visit to check on her; the feeling of being cared for was nice. She pouted and said, "Help me to the bathroom."

James Brown laughed and said, "Why bother helping? It’s so much easier to just carry you." Then with his hands reaching out, he picked Helen Wilson up and carried her into the bathroom.

"You filthy rascal," Helen Wilson cursed, but she didn’t struggle. It wasn’t the first time he had carried her, so doing it one more time wasn’t a big deal.

Before leaving, James Brown added, "Be careful, don’t split the wound open like you did last night."

"I know, naggy as an old lady," muttered Helen Wilson, yet when James Brown left, a hint of a happy smile appeared on her face.

Helen Wilson’s wound had healed a lot overnight, forming a scab, and moving a little didn’t seem to be a problem. She could manage going to the toilet by herself at least.

After Helen had freshened up, James Brown carried her back to the bedroom, took out the first-aid kit, and said, "Let me change your dressing."

"Do we really have to?" Helen Wilson’s face flushed red. The previous day was an emergency, and she had no other choice, but now the situation seemed less severe. The thought of James Brown changing the dressing on her buttocks was too embarrassing.

"Come on, there’s nothing feminine about your butt; I’m not interested at all."

"You..." Helen Wilson felt utterly insulted by his remark, glaring at James Brown angrily and said, "Dare you say that again?"

"Hehe, how about I say that your butt is so feminine that it’s irresistible to me, and looking at it turns me into a beast? You choose, which attitude should I take?"

Helen Wilson found herself speechless, and after glaring at James Brown for a good while, she finally capitulated, "Alright, I admit I’m not very feminine."

"That’s more like it. Come on, let’s change the dressing."

Helen Wilson huffed and said, "Just do it and cut the chatter," before lying prone on the bed.

James Brown lifted the towel and was satisfied with the healing of Helen’s wound; he applied some more medicine. Even though Helen’s buttocks were still appealing, after being worn out by Sunny Nguyen the night before, he wasn’t about to get excited by Helen Wilson again.