Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife

Chapter 206 Some Parts of Her Become Fat

Kara used three days to finish this work.

In the past three days, in addition to eating and going to the toilet, she had been sitting in the studio. If

James didn't take her back to the villa, she even wanted to sleep here.

When Master Larry saw her work, he was surprised.

"Master Larry, I want to give this work to Donald. What do you think?"

Master Larry stared at the eyes of the man in the painting. As the saying goes, the eye is the window to

one's heart. It was true.

Donald had said Kara was talented. Not because she had many fancy skills, but because she could

keenly capture the characters' emotions and uniquely show them.

This kind of work, which was full of emotions, would be very infectious.

When appreciating her works, people would ignore the shortcomings and only fall into that mood.

In the boundless universe, there were many different cultures and races.

But many things were interlinked, such as human emotions,

Including happiness, sadness, life, and death.

Kara painted a woman last time. The woman in the painting happily ran to the place she expected. The

connotation of this work was similar to that of it.

A man in a white suit, with a bunch of white camellia in his hand, was waiting for someone gently.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

When a married man saw this painting, he could understand that the man in the painting was waiting

for his lover and was eager to bring his lover back to his arms.

"Master Larry, what's wrong?"

Kara saw Master Larry's eyes turn red. She thought her work was terrible, which made Master Larry

angry, so she was a little panicked and disappointed.

She hurried to get the paper towel.

She had put a lot of effort into this painting, but she had not received Master Larry's approval.

"Kara put this painting away first."

Master Larry was embarrassed to realize that his emotions were out of control. He wiped his eyes and

looked at Kara seriously,

"Aren't you going to participate in the competition? Donald won this opportunity for you. If you make

mistakes again, I'll punish you."

"I see."

James got off work two hours earlier than usual. Sensing that his woman was depressed, he touched

her head and asked her what happened.

"James, isn't my painting quite terrible?"

James glanced at the painting. The man in her painting was very similar to Donald. James closed his

lips and looked cold.

"Yes, It is eye-catching."

He felt uncomfortable when he found that she was going to draw Donald. But it was her creation, he

had to endure a lot to let her draw.

Now that she asked his opinion, he naturally gave a bad evaluation.

Too ugly!

Kara felt aggrieved.

Kara pursed her pink lips, feeling even worse.

"I'll take you out tonight." James changed the topic.

"What?"

Kara wondered, 'Does James have time for entertainment besides work?'

...

Back at the villa, Kara casually ate some dessert. Nolan sent over a dress.

"I'm sorry, Mr. James. The weather in France is not very good, so it took some time." Nolan apologized.

"Never mind, give me the dress." James took the dress upstairs.

Because James would take her out to play, Kara was looking for clothes. Since they were going to play,

she should wear sportswear, she thought.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. When she opened the door, she saw James carrying a big

box.

"What's the matter?"

"This is the dress I prepared for you."

James opened the box and took out the dress.

It was a dress modified from a cheongsam. It was light red, a very soft color.

"Why did you prepare it? Are we going to participate in any activities?"

Kara did not refuse and took the dress from James. She found it very beautiful, with embroidery on it,

which should be made by hand.

"I have to bring a female partner to a dinner party. I have no choice but to take you there." James said

reluctantly.

Kara had nothing to say.

She blinked and thought, was she so ugly that he couldn't bring her out?

It was the first time Kara participant in an event with James. She was a little nervous.

James was the president of the SA Group. The event that he must attend should be very important. So

she couldn't let him lose face.

She went to the bathroom to change into the dress. Then looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't

help exclaiming.

People needed to dress up. When she put on this dress, she felt a little different from usual.

She excitedly walked out of the bathroom and walked to the man. She deliberately touched her hair

and stared at him expectantly.

"James, am I beautiful?"

James' eyes gleamed. This dress was conservative, only showing her slender white arms. However,

she became more gentle and charming.

Even if his woman didn't have make-up, she looked good in this dress. So she was not ugly.

"Average," however, he commented coldly, "This dress is passable, but you are not."

Kara was disappointed.

She bit her lip awkwardly and touched her nose.

What kind of beauty had James not seen?

He must like that kind of woman with big breasts and long legs!

"James, have I gotten fat?"

She looked at herself in the mirror and rubbed her face. She had gotten fatter recently.

Libby had been feeding her various tonics. In addition, she also ate a lot of traditional Chinese

medicine. She could clearly perceive that she was getting fat rapidly.

"Have you?"

How could she have such a thin waist if she was fat?

James raised his eyebrows, walked behind her, and put his arms around her waist.

He measured her waist with his arms, then hugged her, and pinched her nose to blame her,

"Still too thin."

Kara felt the man's hand was getting higher and higher. She was a little shy and held his wrist,

"James, stop. I'm talking about my face, not the chest."

But she couldn't stop the man at all. His big hand wrapped around her little rabbits, rubbing and

pinching...

Kara blushed, but she couldn't shake off his hand. She turned around and hammered him angrily.

"This place is getting fatter."

He even nodded seriously, grabbed the woman's hand, and lowered his head to kiss.

"Let me see where you're also getting fat." he laughed in a low voice.

"No, James..."

He swallowed the rest of her words. She was still disgusted with the bed activities, so James would not

force her.

Although they couldn't do more intimate things yet, he would approach her step by step and let her

adapt. James kissed her until he was satisfied.

"After the inspection, I think you need to eat more."

Kara was out of breath.

After hearing his conclusion, she kicked his leg angrily.

Because she couldn't bite his neck, she had to attack him from below.

She had little strength, so James was not angry when she kicked him. He rubbed her head.

"Do you know how to make up?"

"I don't know!"

She seldom made up, but at most, she would put on a layer of cream and lipstick. She had few

cosmetics.

James helped her tidy up her dress, held her little hand, and led her downstairs.

"Mr. James, the Marshalls' banquet starts at seven o'clock. Are you going now?"

Nolan drank coffee and watched them go downstairs. He was a little confused.

Especially when he saw Kara's red and swollen lips, he coughed understandably and looked away.

'Mr. James, maybe it's not good to show off your love with your subordinates?' Nolan thought.

James was going to take Kara to find a stylist. Nolan drove them to the styling room where had

arranged before.

When they arrived, the boss of the styling room called a makeup artist and asked her to lead Kara to

the dressing room.

James and Nolan talked about some work.

James was very busy every day. This time, because he got off from work early to pick up Kara, he still

had some work unfinished. Therefore, he had to use time fragments to deal with emails.

In the dressing room, while making up, the makeup artist suddenly said she wanted to answer a phone,

and then left.

Kara looked at her face in the mirror and frowned discontentedly. Worried that James would feel

anxious, she wanted to urge the makeup artist to come back quickly.

But when she went to find the makeup artist, she was almost beaten.