The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 412 - 419: Can I Give It a Try?

Chapter 412: Chapter 419: Can I Give It a Try?

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Sitting in James Brown’s car, Emma Campbell leaned weakly against the seatback, her eyes still red.

James Brown didn’t start the car immediately. Instead, he gently held Emma Campbell’s hand and said, "Emma, don’t be sad anymore."

Emma Campbell turned her head to look at James Brown, her lips moved slightly, and then she suddenly threw herself into his arms, sobbing softly.

James Brown didn’t try to stop Emma Campbell from crying, he simply patted her back gently. Having a father like that, Emma Campbell was undoubtedly under immense pressure. Especially when facing him, Emma probably also harbored feelings of inferiority.

"My little Emma, don’t cry anymore. If you keep crying, Big Brother Brown will be heartbroken enough to cry himself." After a while, James Brown stroked Emma Campbell’s long hair and comforted her.

Emma Campbell’s sobbing paused, then she hiccupped twice and lifted her head. James Brown raised his hand and wiped the tears from her face, saying, "It’s all over now. Didn’t your dad say he’d change?"

"I honestly don’t believe him. He’s said those words so many times before."

"Haha, maybe he’s serious this time. You’ve trusted him so many times before; why not believe him one more time? Besides, I’m afraid even if he wanted to gamble now, there wouldn’t be anyone willing to play with him. What’s he going to do, sit alone and twiddle his thumbs?"

Emma Campbell wanted to laugh, but her smile appeared forced, pausing briefly before she asked, "Big Brother Brown, why does John Smith listen to you? I heard he’s quite a powerful person."

James Brown chuckled and said, "No matter how powerful he is, as long as someone stronger than him exists, he has nothing to do but comply."

Emma Campbell looked at James Brown with surprise and said, "Big Brother Brown, you’re even stronger than John Smith? I thought you got someone else to keep him in check. Wait, Big Brother Brown, you aren’t... involved in organized crime, are you?"

"And if I were, what would you do?" James Brown asked with a mischievous smile.

Without hesitation, Emma Campbell replied, "Even if Big Brother Brown were involved in organized crime, I would still follow you. I know you’re good to me. In my heart, Big Brother Brown is the best man."

"Silly girl." James Brown, touched, pulled Emma Campbell into a hug and said softly, "Rest assured, Big Brother Brown won’t get involved in organized crime. As for John Smith, let’s just say I taught him a lesson last time. For guys like him, as long as you can show him you’re tougher, he’ll back down."

"So that’s how it is. That’s really great." Knowing James Brown wasn’t part of organized crime instantly lifted Emma Campbell’s spirits. Although she’d already decided to stick by him no matter what, if he were truly mixed up in something illegal, it would have weighed heavily on her.

James Brown bowed slightly and kissed Emma Campbell gently on the forehead, saying, "Emma, let’s go."

"Okay." Emma Campbell sat back properly and fastened her seatbelt.

James Brown drove back toward the city, and just as they approached his old house, Emma Campbell glanced at the clock and, with a flushed face, said to James Brown, "Big Brother Brown, it seems... you’re still an hour away from finishing work."

James Brown felt his heart stir; he knew exactly what Emma Campbell meant. Smiling, he asked, "Missed Big Brother Brown, huh?"

"Yes!" Emma Campbell, shy as she usually was, bravely nodded, her sentimental gaze meeting James Brown’s.

James Brown patted Emma Campbell’s hand and said, "I missed you too, Emma."

When they got home, as soon as both of their shoes were off, they were already tightly embracing each other, their lips meeting naturally. The shy Emma Campbell now exuded unbridled passion.

With his arms wrapped around Emma Campbell’s waist, James Brown lifted her until her legs were off the ground. Emma Campbell’s legs, unexpectedly, wrapped themselves around his waist. This bold gesture surprised James Brown, but it also excited him even further. His arms tightened as if trying to fold Emma into himself.

Emma Campbell cherished her moments with James Brown. Unlike before, she couldn’t spend the entire evening with him anymore. She made the most of every second she had with him, pouring her longing and love for him into each moment through her actions.

Emma’s enthusiasm left James Brown equally roused. From the living room to the bed, traces of their intimacy were left everywhere.

Eventually, as James Brown carried Emma Campbell to the bathroom to wash away their sweat, there came a knocking at the door.

At that moment, James Brown was applying body wash to Emma Campbell, and without the water running, they could clearly hear the sounds outside. Emma Campbell instantly grew anxious and stammered, "Could it be Gina... coming over?"

James Brown shook his head and replied, "No, Gina wouldn’t come here."

"Then who? Lucy and Emily have both moved out. If it’s not them, it must be Gina. Oh no, what do we do?" Emma Campbell was so panicked she lost her composure.

James Brown gently hugged Emma Campbell and said, "Don’t be scared. Even if it really is Gina, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t let her hurt you."

"No, no. I can’t come between you and Gina. If I do, I’d really be a terrible homewrecker. Big Brother Brown, if it really is Gina, I’ll say that I seduced you. You mustn’t defend me—it’s okay if she hits or yells at me."

James Brown felt a pang of heartache and said softly, "That’s not how Gina is. When I married her, I told her about you. She knows about you and wouldn’t come here just to confront you. Maybe it’s just someone from the property management."

"But the knocking is so urgent. If it were property management, they’d have stopped knocking by now."

James Brown was baffled as to who could be outside. He patted Emma Campbell and said, "Don’t worry. I’ll go check."

"Big Brother Brown!" Emma Campbell grabbed James Brown’s arm tightly, her voice trembling as she stammered, "Big Brother Brown..."

"Silly girl, with me here, I’ll protect you no matter what." With that, he gently pried her hand loose, wrapped a towel around himself, and headed for the door.

Looking through the peephole, James Brown suddenly found himself torn between laughter and frustration. He casually opened the door and said, "Charlotte, you’re here. Why didn’t you call me first?"

Standing outside was Sarah Grandy, puffing her cheeks angrily as she said to James Brown, "I called you so many times and you didn’t pick up. I knocked on the door forever and you didn’t open. And now you blame me?"

James Brown realized he had indeed ignored the ringing phone earlier during his heated moment with Emma Campbell. Chuckling awkwardly, he said, "Alright, come in."

Sarah Grandy dragged a small suitcase inside, glanced at James Brown, and her eyes lit up. "Big Brother Brown, you’re in the middle of a shower? Perfect—I’ve worked up a sweat too and need one myself."

James Brown laughed. "You’ll have to wait until Emma and I finish."

"Oh! Emma’s here too." Sarah Grandy pouted for a moment before suddenly bursting with excitement.

"Judging by your suitcase, you’re planning to stay for a while. Go on and settle in first; I’ll finish up the shower with Emma and then we’ll talk." With that, he opened the bathroom door, slipped back inside, and closed it firmly.

"Ahhhh, you two are so shameless! Bathing together while the mistress is here. You act like I don’t even matter!" Sarah Grandy called out loudly from outside.

Emma Campbell, initially so frightened she could barely stand, finally sighed in relief upon realizing it was Sarah Grandy outside. Still, she was too embarrassed to come out, and her face flushed even further upon noticing James Brown come back inside. She said shyly, "Big Brother Brown, why did you come back in? What about Charlotte?"

"Don’t mind that little troublemaker. Come on, let me finish helping you shower." James Brown smiled faintly, shrugged off the towel, turned the water back on, and began rinsing the soap off Emma Campbell’s body.

Emma Campbell was usually at ease when it was just the two of them. However, knowing someone else was in the house now, she couldn’t help but feel worried, especially about whether Charlotte might barge in unexpectedly. She hurriedly showered and was about to step out when she realized there were no clothes inside the bathroom—just one towel. If there had been, she would have gone out earlier when James had opened the door.

James Brown grabbed the towel, dried Emma Campbell’s body, and then wrapped it around her gently. "Alright, you go out first. Bring my clothes back in."

Emma Campbell nodded, her face still red as she stepped out.

"Emma, you’re really something! Bathing with the man like this—you’re so bold!" Charlotte teased Emma Campbell with a sly grin.

Emma’s face turned redder as she stammered, "No... no, it’s not like that."

"Not like that? Then how else did you bathe?" Charlotte grinned mischievously, leaning closer to Emma Campbell and whispering, "Emma, how does it feel... being with Uncle?"

Emma Campbell hadn’t expected Charlotte to ask such an audacious question. Her lips flapped open uselessly, her face turning crimson to the point where it seemed like blood might drip. She didn’t know how to answer but could only think to herself: I truly enjoy being with Big Brother Brown like this.

"Not answering means it must be good. Someday let me try too, okay? I’m about to start college and officially becoming an adult. How about it, Emma?" Charlotte gently shook Emma Campbell’s arm.

"You want to try? Try what?" Emma Campbell asked, her eyes widening.

"Of course, try doing that thing. I’ve grown this big and haven’t done it even once. You’re the head wife; I’m the mistress. Shouldn’t I at least live up to my mistress status? Haha, don’t worry—I won’t try to steal him from you. You’re Uncle’s wife, I’m just the mistress."

Emma Campbell was utterly speechless. The suggestion Charlotte had made was so utterly crazy it was unimaginable to her.