Chapter 121 Emily Lopez is Hard to Deal With

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Chapter 121: Chapter 121 Emily Lopez is Hard to Deal WithJames Brown had been telling Sandra stories for a while, which were actually stories from his regiment, though he naturally avoided any confidential details, sharing only amusing and interesting anecdotes with her. After chatting for over ten minutes, Sandra, to his surprise, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder before closing her eyes and saying, "Brother-in-law, keep going. Don’t mind me." Sandra’s soft voice made it impossible for James to refuse, so he continued for a while until she slid down onto his lap. James quickly supported her head with his hand, letting her gently rest on his lap. Looking at her sweet, sleeping face, he couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. His sister-in-law was just like a child, falling asleep while listening to stories. Watching her peaceful sleeping face, James really didn’t have the heart to wake her, so he simply picked her up and began walking toward her bedroom. Sandra showed no reaction during all this, sleeping soundly until James placed her on the bed without the slightest stir. Staring at his sister-in-law, who looked like a sleeping beauty, James really wanted to play the prince and kiss her, but he dismissed the thought, carefully covered her with a blanket, and tiptoed out of her room. He securely closed her door, turned off the living room lights, and then returned to Sandra’s room. Sandra was still sleeping deeply. Even when James got into bed, she didn’t wake. After bustling around for a while, James abandoned any lingering thoughts and soon drifted off to sleep himself. Sandra hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for the past half month, but tonight she slept profoundly. She was awakened in the morning by her alarm and saw James right near her face, only a fist’s width away. Startled, Sandra quickly moved back, putting distance between their faces, only to realize her leg was draped over his. This discovery made her even more embarrassed, so she quickly retracted her leg, annoyed at how close James had been sleeping to her, but a quick glance showed her that she had moved to the middle of the bed while James was still on the edge, indicating that she was the one who had moved closer, not James. Embarrassment and shyness replaced Sandra’s annoyance, prompting her to get out of bed swiftly and sneak out of the bedroom. It was fortunate that James was sound asleep. However, as soon as she left, James cracked open his eyes. A person like him had keen senses, even in sleep. He had known the moment Sandra’s leg landed on him, though he had ignored it since it wasn’t a threat. However, an action like Sandra getting out of bed was impossible to ignore despite his pretending to be asleep so as not to embarrass her. After freshening up in the bathroom and feeling revitalized from the deep sleep — definitely a result of the massage James had given her last night — Sandra felt appreciative of his skills. Even though it was the weekend, Sandra had a lot to do. She returned to the bedroom, pushed James lightly, and when he opened his eyes, she said, "Today, you can take Sandra out. I have to leave now." James yawned and replied, "Then go ahead. I’ll take care of Sandra." "Hmm, take the car. Here’s some money," Sandra said, placing a stack of bills totaling 1400 Dollars on the pillow. "Buy Sandra whatever she likes." "Do we really need this much?" James asked. "That girl spends without thinking. Just take more, and if it’s not enough, you can cover it. I’ll reimburse you later." "Do I need to get receipts?" Sandra glared at him briefly before responding with a question, "What do you think?" "Hehe, looks like I might be able to embezzle some of it." "That’s up to you," Sandra said nonchalantly. This time, pretending to be her boyfriend, James hadn’t mentioned needing payment, so this was like giving him a subtle bonus. After that, Sandra grabbed her clothes and left the bedroom. Moments later, the sound of the door closing echoed. Once Sandra had left, James got out of bed, used the bathroom, and did some basic exercises like sit-ups and push-ups. After sweating profusely, he headed to shower. Years of training conditioned James to maintain his physical fitness even back in the city. He wasn’t particularly eager to slack off; to him, laziness felt uncomfortable as if it were ingrained in his bones. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. While he was showering, the bathroom door suddenly swung open. James quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself and, looking at the door, exclaimed, "Sandra! What are you doing?" "Ah! Brother-in-law, you’re showering?" Sandra muttered in confusion, quickly shut the sliding door, and then called from outside, "Hurry up, I need to use the toilet." James was dumbfounded. Sandra was really too casual, not even fussing over walking in on him showering. He turned into the kitchen, where he needed to prepare breakfast for both of them. Soon after, Sandra arrived at the kitchen doorway, leaning against it. "Where’s my sister?" she asked. "Your sister left early, she still had work at her company and couldn’t stay with you." "She really is something, working even on weekends. Anyone who hires my sister really strikes gold." James Brown smiled and said, "Yes, that’s just the way she is, no one can persuade her otherwise." Sandra, touching her chin, said, "Brother-in-law, you’re with my sister and she doesn’t have time to date you, watch movies, or travel with you. Mustn’t life be drab for you?" James Brown mock glared at her and said, "Are you really your sister’s sibling? Aren’t you just trying to stir up a fight between your sister and me?" Sandra immediately laughed. "If you were to argue with her over something I said, wouldn’t you two have broken up long ago and not still be together?" "You’re actually right. When two people are together, one has to give more; otherwise, if both are workaholics, life becomes impossible. Like me and your sister—in her busy times, I take care of her, so we keep our home stable and harmonious." "My sister is truly lucky!" Sandra pouted, then gave James Brown a glance. James Brown found Sandra’s stare somewhat baffling and said, "What have I done now?" Sandra snorted. "You’re terrible, brother-in-law. With you being so wonderful, how am I supposed to find a boyfriend?" "How does my being good or not relate to your finding a boyfriend?" James Brown still didn’t get it. "Of course, it matters! Look, my sister and I are almost exactly alike. If she can find someone as amazing as you and I find someone worse, would I be satisfied?" James Brown laughed heartily. "There are many good men out there; you just haven’t met one yet. When fate comes, you’ll find your Prince Charming." Sandra shook her head repeatedly, her expression one of frustration. "Forget it. I’ve been looking for years and haven’t found anyone who catches my eye. Ah, brother-in-law, the standard you set makes it even harder for me." "Alright, stop moping. Let’s eat, and then I’ll take you out." "Okay!" Sandra agreed, then ran inside to help James Brown grab bowls and utensils from the kitchen—definitely more diligent than her sister, who hardly lifted a finger at mealtimes. After a simple breakfast, James Brown drove Sandra out for some fun. As the primary tourist attraction in YODC City, W Temple, which Lucy Campbell visited last time, was an essential stop. The weather was perfect today, clear skies without a whisk of wind, and being a weekend, many were at W Temple offering incense. Climbing the steps, Sandra did so effortlessly, occasionally stopping to admire green sprouts peeking through the grass beside the path. Having walked most of the way and seeing Sandra still full of energy, James Brown said with a chuckle, "You really do have good stamina. Last time I came here with your sister, she was exhausted less than halfway up." "That’s because I dance and always make sure to exercise, unlike my sister, who never moves all day." "But to me, you two don’t look very different." "My flesh is firm, hers is flabby. Why don’t you feel for yourself?" Sandra teased, winking at James Brown. James Brown touched his nose. "I think I’ll pass." "Whatcha thinking? I meant squeeze my arm," Sandra said proudly, laughing. James Brown, helpless against his mischievously spirited sister-in-law, pinched her arm and said, "There is a bit of a difference, actually." Honestly, James Brown couldn’t feel any difference; both sisters’ arms were neither fat nor thin, both seemed equally well-proportioned and plump. Sandra pointed at James Brown and burst into laughter. "You mean to tell me, brother-in-law, that you haven’t even touched my sister’s arm? My sister and I compare all the time; they’re actually the same." James Brown was at a loss for words. "How could I not have touched her arm? I was just going along with your statement. You’re clearly trapping me here."

Chapter 121 Emily Lopez is Hard to Deal With

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