88: Chapter 88: Contempt 88: Chapter 88: Contempt “Emma, you’re a good girl, and I’m sure you’ll find a husband who truly loves you,” James Brown tried to console Emma Campbell in the gentlest tone possible.

Emma’s eyes instantly showed a profound sense of loss, but she then smiled brightly and said, “Big Brother Brown, I understand.

I won’t be a burden to you.”

James Brown gently ruffled Emma’s hair and said softly, “It’s not that you’re not good, Lemon, it’s just that your Big Brother Brown really isn’t suited for marriage and settling down.”

Emma leaned compliantly against James’s chest and whispered, “Big Brother Brown, I just want to come over and help you with things occasionally, can you please not refuse me?”

“You’re already here in my house, aren’t you?

Otherwise, I’d have to send you away,” James patted Emma on the shoulder.

“I knew Big Brother Brown was the best,” Emma looked up and gave James a sweet smile.

The two of them were so close to each other.

James looked at Emma’s charming little face and her enticing lips, feeling an impulse to kiss her, but he restrained himself and said with a smile, “Your Big Brother Brown has always been the best, right?”

“Yes!

No one can compare to Big Brother Brown.”

Emma was indeed a considerate girl.

At that moment, she let go of James and said, “Big Brother Brown, shall we watch some TV?”

“Sure.”

James turned on the television, which had come with the apartment when he rented it.

He had lived there for a long time but had turned it on no more than ten times.

That afternoon, he and Emma started watching it together.

After watching TV for the afternoon, Emma cooked dinner for James, then cleaned up the dishes and the house.

She even mopped the floor again, as if there were endless chores to do in James’s house.

James stopped Emma from busying herself again and said, “Alright, if you want to stay here, just stay.

You don’t need to keep finding things to do.”

Emma’s face flushed red like the sunset sky, she twisted her fingers and didn’t dare to look up at James.

James chuckled and said, “Anyway, you’ve already spent two nights at the warehouse, so staying another night or two here won’t make any difference.”

Emma felt even more embarrassed.

Although that was exactly what she wanted, she felt it was too much for a girl like her to keep asking to stay over at James’s place.

Yet, she found the feeling of being held by him so intoxicating that she wished she could fall asleep in his arms every night.

Even though she felt ashamed, she couldn’t control herself.

“Go take a shower, you’ve been busy all day.

Have a good sleep tonight.”

“Take a shower…” Emma looked up at James, her face growing even redder.

James knew Emma was misunderstanding and said with a mix of exasperation and amusement, “What are you thinking?

Isn’t a shower more comfortable for sleeping?

We didn’t have facilities in the warehouse, but here we do.”

Emma was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

She quickly ran into the bathroom and closed the door, her heart pounding nonstop.

She felt that she was becoming more shameless, always hoping that something would happen between her and James.

“Emma Campbell, Big Brother Brown is so good to you, and he has said he doesn’t want you.

You can’t be like this.

You have to treat Big Brother Brown well and not make things difficult for him,” Emma reminded herself in her heart.

It took her a while to calm down before she began to undress.

After taking a shower, Emma felt refreshed but then remembered that she had forgotten to bring her underwear.

This embarrassed her greatly.

Since she hadn’t brought them, she obviously intended to change into them.

Wearing the old ones felt so uncomfortable, but she couldn’t just go out naked to get them.

“Big Brother Brown…” After a while, Emma gathered up her courage and called out.

“What is it?” James came over to the bathroom.

“Could you… could you please… fetch my clothes from my bag?” Emma’s voice was so soft it seemed even she could hardly hear it.

James heard her, however, and quickly returned to knock on the bathroom door.

Emma carefully cracked open the door just enough to stretch out her hand.

As soon as James handed her the underwear, she quickly pulled her hand back.

The underwear Emma had brought was a pair of delicate silk panties with a lace front, quite provocative.

She usually never spent more than two hundred yuan on clothes, but she had spent quite a sum on these panties.

They were a spur-of-the-moment purchase influenced by her roommates during a shopping trip, but once she bought them, she felt they were too suggestive for a conservative girl like her to wear.

Yet, here she was at James’s house, having brought those panties, influenced by what her roommates and some online posts had suggested, thinking perhaps men liked women who wore such underwear.

“Ah, Big Brother Brown will definitely think I’m not a good girl when he sees this underwear,” Emma Campbell sighed as she put on her underwear and saw herself in the mirror, her face flushing red and her heart feeling uneasy.

At that moment, Emma didn’t realize how awkward it was for a man to handle her underwear.

She just worried that James might think less of her.

She lingered for a while, dressed again, and walked out of the bathroom, head down, lacking the courage to look at James.

James, on the other hand, went directly into the bathroom.

As he closed the door, he said, “You really are slow, I almost died holding it in.”

Emma was startled for a moment, and then realized James had been waiting to use the toilet.

She awkwardly said, “Sorry, Big Brother Brown, I’ll try to be quicker next time.”

“No worries, I’m going to take a shower.

Go ahead and sleep if you’re tired.”

After a comfortable shower, James returned to the bedroom to find Emma sitting up in bed reading a book, her legs under the covers and a garment draped around her shoulders, wearing a light pink undershirt.

“You’re really serious, huh?” James said with a chuckle as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Emma’s face turned slightly red as she replied, “I need to study hard so I can find a good job later.”

“That’s a good mindset, but don’t overexert yourself.”

“Thank you, Big Brother Brown,” Emma said as she set aside her book and took off the draped garment, then snuggled under the covers.

The bed at James’s place was slightly bigger than the one in the warehouse, a one and a half meter wide bed that offered more space for the two of them, though since there was only one blanket and one pillow, they still had to share those.

As soon as James lay down, Emma snuggled closer and said softly, “Big Brother Brown, I don’t mean anything by this, I just want you to hold me as we sleep.”

James slid his arm under Emma’s neck and said, “Then I’ll hold you,” as he turned to embrace her.

Emma shrunk down a bit, her head resting on James’s arm and her face against his chest, whispering, “Big Brother Brown, you’re really nice.”

James patted Emma on the shoulder and said, “Alright, let’s sleep.”

“Okay!” Emma agreed, closed her eyes, and at that moment she didn’t have any particular thoughts.

Feeling the warmth of James’s chest, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

James soon fell asleep too, knowing that staying awake would only torment him since he was holding a beautiful woman, and he couldn’t help but think of other things.

It was unclear how much time had passed when Emma woke up.

It was still pitch dark in the room, but she realized that while she was still in James’s arms, she was now facing away from him, and on her chest, she felt a warm sensation—it was James’s hand, which had slipped under her from beneath her neckline and was clasping her left breast.

Her heart pounded wildly at the unexpected intimacy.

This was their third night sleeping together, and although James had only ever held her simply before, today, his hand was on her breast.

Amid her embarrassment, Emma felt a surge of happiness.

She wasn’t a casual girl, but she found herself hoping for James’s impropriety.

The most secretive part of a girl now felt the touch of James’s hand, her heart pounded fast, but she couldn’t bring herself to move his hand away.

“Oh…”

“Big Brother Brown, you’re so naughty!” Emma said to herself in embarrassment but allowed James’s hand to remain there.

However, after a few movements, James’s hand stopped, which disappointed Emma.

She really wished James would continue, to do as he liked, as her heart was already tied to him, and she had resolved that she was his, even if James did not reciprocate her feelings or choose to marry her.

“It must be inconvenient for Big Brother Brown,” Emma suddenly thought.

Yet, trying to undo her bra might wake James, and if he were to wake up, he probably wouldn’t touch her anymore.

This clarity stayed Emma’s hand—she didn’t want to awaken James and break the intimate, ambiguous atmosphere.

Emma dared not move, just staying there held by James, and every occasional gentle movement of his hand intoxicated her heart.

“Big Brother Brown, next time I am here, I definitely won’t wear a bra,” Emma decided boldly in her heart, allowing James even easier access.

For James, she was willing to do much more than go without a bra—even without clothes.