The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 415 - 422: Sleepy, Go to Sleep

Chapter 415: Chapter 422: Sleepy, Go to Sleep

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"That’s amazing!" Sarah Grandy immediately shouted excitedly and dragged James Brown inside.

Emma Campbell quickly brought slippers for James Brown. Although she didn’t say anything, the joy on her face clearly showed her thoughts.

James Brown smiled and said, "I won’t stay long. Let’s go out for dinner tonight."

Emma Campbell quickly replied, "How about we eat at home instead?"

James Brown chuckled, "That works too, but we’ll need to go out and buy groceries first, right?"

"Alright, alright!" Emma Campbell nodded repeatedly. She had always enjoyed going grocery shopping and cooking together with James Brown in the past. Since James Brown got married, she hadn’t had such opportunities anymore.

Scarcity makes things more precious. A once ordinary activity becoming rare makes anyone cherish it even more. Emma felt the same, linking arms with James Brown, smiling constantly as they shopped in the supermarket.

But today, it wasn’t just Emma; Sarah also tagged along. She had hoped to emulate Emma by getting close to James Brown, but he refused. In the end, she could only pout while trailing behind him.

When they returned with groceries, James Brown shooed Emma out of the kitchen, insisting on making dinner for the two of them himself. Emma initially resisted, but one sentence from James made her retreat.

"In my heart, you’re like my wife. A husband cooking for his wife—don’t you agree?"

Emma felt truly blissful today. Not only was James cooking dinner, but he also handed her some money to manage. The amount of money wasn’t important; what mattered was that James entrusted it to her, treating her like a true wife.

Although she couldn’t be with James every day like Gina Lopez, even just one day of this happiness was enough for her.

Especially when tasting the food prepared by James, Emma felt even more content. She had barely eaten a few bites but kept gazing at him affectionately.

"Emma, you need to eat too." James, understanding the emotions in her eyes, gently offered her some food.

"Hmm." Emma smiled sweetly and lowered her head to eat.

Sarah Grandy pouted at that moment, "Uncle, when will you treat me as nicely as you treat Sister Emma?"

Emma felt an unexpected closeness with Sarah then. Perhaps because neither of them could be publicly recognized as James’s wife, there was no jealousy between them. She chuckled softly and said, "Be good, and Big Brother Brown will treat you well."

"I’m already well behaved! Uncle, just share a little bit of the kindness you show to Sister Emma with me, just a little, please?"

Looking at Sarah’s pleading gaze, James couldn’t help but smile and said, "Alright, here you go, Uncle will offer you some food too."

Sarah eagerly opened her mouth and said, "I want Uncle to feed me."

"You’re really pushing your luck!" James laughed heartily but, feeling amused, fed Sarah a bite.

Sarah immediately chewed happily and said, "Uncle, you’re so sweet—you’ve finally shown a little kindness to me."

James smiled, "You, I truly don’t know what to do with you."

The meal was filled with sweetness, along with Sarah’s playful antics, adding extra joy and relaxation to the atmosphere for James.

After dinner, the three sat on the sofa—James in the middle, Emma leaning her head on his shoulder on the left, while Sarah, who felt left out, decided to rest her head on his lap in protest.

"Uncle, your humble servant will go wash fruit for you." Sarah said after watching TV for a bit, then jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

Emma turned her head, puzzled, and asked, "What did Sarah just say?"

James chuckled, "She said she was your humble servant, just being mischievous."

Emma giggled lightly and remarked, "She really is playful. Having such a cheeky girl claim to be a servant is quite something."

James smiled wryly and replied, "I just hope she wouldn’t focus so much attention on me—this could affect her entire life."

"Well, sometimes such an influence isn’t necessarily negative. Who can resist Big Brother Brown’s charm?"

"You little wretch, you’re teaming up with Sarah now?" James teased, lightly patting Emma on the bottom.

Emma let out a shy murmur, reacting sensitively to his touch. Her eyes filled with flirtatious intent, she teased, "Big Brother Brown, don’t say that—I just know Sarah genuinely likes you."

"Wouldn’t you feel jealous, then?"

"Not at all. I’m not jealous of your wife, so why would I bother with Sarah?"

At that moment, Sarah returned with a plate of washed grapes, enthusiastically declaring, "Master, your humble servant has prepared grapes for you. Let me feed you!"

However, too excited, she tripped over slippers on the floor and stumbled straight toward James.

James realized her accident wasn’t intentional and quickly reacted, catching her with one hand while grabbing the plate of grapes with the other without dropping a single grape.

"Sarah, are you okay?" Emma asked nervously.

Although Sarah had been frightened initially, being held tightly by James soon calmed her. She clutched his waist, saying playfully, "You scared me! My legs feel like jelly!"

James placed the grape plate on the coffee table, gently patting Sarah’s bottom and laughing, "Stop being clingy; get up, or I’ll give you a harder smack."

Still refusing to let go of James, Sarah coyly replied, "Go ahead. I don’t mind if Uncle wants to punish me."

Her voice and demeanor were irresistibly seductive, making it impossible for James to follow through with his warning. Especially since she was dressed lightly—a small tank top and shorts—his hand could feel every slight movement on her delicate frame.

"Alright, alright, I won’t hit you. But stop clinging to me like this—it’s uncomfortable."

Sarah tilted her head and pouted, "How should I cling, then, to make you more comfortable?"

"Alright, fine. I’ll hold you like I hold Emma. Will that work?" Now unable to adopt a stern tone with Sarah, James reluctantly gave in.

"Perfect!" Sarah immediately sat up, leaned her head on James’s shoulder with an arm around his waist.

James, now stuck with both Emma and Sarah cozily nestled against him, sighed inwardly but also felt affection for both. Sarah looked utterly satisfied, while Emma showed no trace of displeasure.

"Big Brother Brown, have a grape." Emma peeled one and held it up to him.

James opened his mouth to eat, and shortly after, Sarah also peeled one and offered it to him eagerly.

James accepted and even let Sarah hold her hand out, waiting to catch his grape seed—a truly attentive gesture.

In this home, James felt like a spoiled landlord, being pampered by Emma and Sarah. It was nothing like the occasional moments of servitude he experienced with Gina and Emily Lopez.

Two homes, two dynamics—yet James seemed to love them both. Being with those he cared about, whether serving them or being served, was always happiness.

The clock ticked to ten, and Sarah yawned, saying, "Uncle, I’m sleepy. Time for bed."

"Then go to sleep," James replied, ruffling her hair, his gestures now becoming more natural given her familiarity.

"I want you to sleep with me."

"Uh... that won’t work!" James immediately refused.

"I’m not asking for anything *like that*. I just want you to hold me while sleeping! Emma can join us—it’s fine."

"Still, no." James continued to decline.

"Come on, Uncle. It’s so rare for you to have time off and spend it here with us. Can’t you meet this one request? Besides, the couch is so uncomfortable—do you really want me to sleep there?"

"You and Emma can sleep on the bed. I’ll take the couch."

"Uncle, you’ve been busy. Just enjoy a night with us. Why torture yourself on the couch? You have such a cold heart!"

Sarah’s reasoning left James momentarily speechless. After a moment, he managed to say, "Sarah, this isn’t appropriate."

"It’s totally fine! I’ll fall asleep quickly and not bother with anything you and Emma want to do, I promise." Playfully, she pulled at his arm, coaxing Emma to join them. "Emma, don’t be shy about this rare chance with Big Brother Brown!"

Emma, torn between embarrassment and reluctance, eventually followed them to the bedroom.

Although James felt he could have firmly declined, he found himself unable to resist the situation entirely. So, partly unwilling and partly indulgent, he ended up lying on the bed.

From the bed, he called out to Emma, who was hesitating by the door, "Come on, Emma. It’s big enough for three."

Blushing fiercely, Emma eventually turned off the light and quietly climbed onto the bed.