novelraw Chapter 422 - 423: Pampering Her to Call Brother
Chapter 422 - 423: Pampering Her to Call Brother
Chapter 422: Chapter 423: Pampering Her to Call Brother
This "Uncle Aaron" sounded so weird. In the darkness, Aaron Faber furrowed his eyebrows tightly, not even hearing what Samara said.
"Actually, I’m about the same age as your brother-in-law..." Aaron Faber decided to change the "Uncle Aaron" title; otherwise, being suddenly older than Samara Johnson by a generation and becoming an uncle-figure would make it difficult to pursue her in the future.
"Huh?" Samara didn’t understand why Adrian Desmond was suddenly brought up.
"Don’t call me Uncle Aaron anymore!"
"But you *are* Uncle Aaron, aren’t you? If I don’t call you Uncle Aaron, what should I call you?" Samara considered Aaron Faber an elder, an uncle-figure.
Aaron Faber coaxed the little white rabbit before him, "Look, your brother-in-law and I are about the same age. You call Adrian ’brother-in-law,’ but you call me ’uncle.’ Doesn’t that put us in different generations?"
"..."
"...Your brother-in-law is very concerned about his image. If we’re standing together in the future, and you call him ’brother-in-law’ and me ’uncle,’ you’d be making him lose face too. He can’t very well start calling me ’uncle’ just because you do... Don’t you think, Samara?"
Samara’s mind went blank. She was still terrified from encountering the intruders and couldn’t understand what this man in front of her was thinking.
The intruders are still out there! Shouldn’t we be calling the police to arrest them? Why is this uncle keeping me here, talking about such useless things?
"It’s just a title, it’s not that serious, is it...? Uncle Aaron, the intruders are still out there. Shouldn’t we...?"
Following Samara’s words, Aaron Faber said, "That’s right, it’s just a title. From now on, you can call me brother."
"Huh?"
"Call me ’brother’ once, let me hear it." Aaron Faber held her soft form in his arms, looking at her with anticipation.
He was hidden in the darkness, so Samara couldn’t see his expression clearly, but he could clearly see her face, bathed in moonlight.
It had to be said, the women of the Johnson family were all remarkably beautiful. Sienna Johnson was a prime example, and even at such a young age, Samara was already so lovely. She’ll be a heartbreaker when she grows up.
Aaron Faber had never had any specific criteria for his significant other before; as long as they ’clicked’ or he found them pleasing to the eye, that was enough. In all these years, the only one who had truly caught his fancy was Samara Johnson.
"Didn’t you say it’s just a title? Then why aren’t you saying it?" Aaron Faber really wanted to hear her call him ’brother.’
Samara whispered, "Brother."
Aaron Faber’s body gave an immediate, involuntary response. Startled, he hurriedly pushed Samara away, afraid he might scare her.
Caught off guard by the sudden push, Samara stumbled and hit the stone wall of the rockery, letting out a muffled groan and frowning in pain.
"Are you hurt? Where did you hit yourself? Let me see."
"It’s nothing." Samara was worried about her family. Seeing this "Uncle Aaron" acting so strangely—not chasing the intruders but instead wasting time talking to her about trivialities—made her lose any favorable impression she might have had of him. In a low voice, she said, "I’m going to find my sister."
Without waiting for Aaron Faber’s response, she turned around and ran out.
"Wait!" Aaron Faber called out, but he couldn’t stop her. He couldn’t chase after her in his current state. If Samara saw him like this, his image in her eyes would be completely ruined.
Brett Jacobs saw Samara run off and came over. When he noticed the bulge in Aaron Faber’s trousers, he was taken aback, and his expression immediately darkened. He asked sternly, "Aaron Faber, what did you do to Samara?"
"Damn it, don’t look at me like that! My intentions are perfectly normal; I didn’t do anything to her..."
"If you didn’t do anything to her, then why did she run off like that?"
"..."
"Aaron Faber, a man has to have some principles! You’re a grown man; how could you take advantage of an underage girl?"
Brett Jacobs was a tough guy who despised men who bullied the weak.
Aaron Faber’s face flushed crimson. He did like Samara, but his feelings were definitely not as sordid as Brett implied.
The age gap between them was indeed large, and Samara Johnson was still underage. That’s why so many people looked at him with prejudice, making him out to be some kind of pervert with a fetish for children. He simply liked a girl who happened to be quite a bit younger, that was all.
He was afraid of scaring her, so he didn’t even dare to confess his feelings, wanting only to wait for her to grow up. His path to love was already so difficult, yet these people, instead of sympathizing, attacked and discriminated against him.
"Brett Jacobs, stop your disgusting insinuations! My feelings for Samara are pure!"
Brett Jacobs glanced at the bulge in Aaron Faber’s trousers, clearly disbelieving him. He sternly reminded him, "Samara Johnson is Madam’s younger sister. You’d better watch yourself!"
"Brett Jacobs, we’ve known each other for years! Don’t you know what kind of person I am?!"
"I really don’t know what kind of person you are anymore!"
"Brett Jacobs, I’m severing ties with you!"
Brett Jacobs simply walked away, completely unmoved by his threat, leaving Aaron Faber fuming and stamping his foot behind him.
...
「At 2 a.m., in the Johnson family garage.」
Sienna Johnson was woken by her sister and only then learned that intruders had broken into their home.
"Have they all been caught?" Sienna Johnson asked Brett Jacobs.
"Yes," Brett Jacobs replied.
Sienna Johnson looked at the four unfamiliar men in the garage. They were all securely bound, with gags in their mouths. Their eyes darted around in terror and disbelief at being caught. Isn’t the Johnson family just a widow and orphans? How can there be so many men here, and all of them so skilled?
"Remove their gags. I want to ask them a few questions," Sienna Johnson said.
Brett Jacobs stepped forward, tore the gag from one man’s mouth, and said in halting Chinese, "Behave yourselves! Answer truthfully whatever Madam asks!"
Sienna Johnson asked, "Who are you? What are you doing in the Johnson residence?"
The man’s eyes darted around, and he said, "We’re thieves!... Here to steal things..."
"Is that so?" Sienna Johnson’s gaze swept over the men, her eyes filled with suspicion.
"What did you want to steal?"
"Money, of course! We steal anything valuable!"
"Is that so?"
"...O-of course..." I can’t betray Milo Leland, the man thought. At worst, we’ll be treated as common thieves and sent to the Police Station. Milo Leland has connections there; we’ll be released soon enough.
Aaron Faber walked in holding an iPad. As he passed Brett Jacobs, Brett instinctively glanced down at his groin. If Sienna Johnson hadn’t been present, Aaron Faber would have definitely punched him.
"Madam, I’ve found out who these men are."
Aaron Faber handed the iPad to Sienna Johnson. She took it and began comparing the photos on the screen to the men standing before her.
"You’re Jackie Smith?"
Jackie Smith’s heart lurched, but he stuck his neck out and stubbornly denied it, "Jackie Smith? Heh, never heard of him. And my name isn’t Jackson Smith."
"Your father’s name is Jack Smith... Ha, your family really doesn’t put much thought into names, do they?"