The Supreme Soldier in the City-Chapter 167 Ran Away Again

After a busy day, James Brown finally got home a little past six. As soon as he opened the door, Emma Campbell greeted him wearing a small apron, with her hair tied back in a ponytail and dressed in a petite nightgown that looked both elegant and cute.

Emma took his shoes and bent down to help James change into them. "Big Brother Brown, come in and rest a bit. I’ve prepared the meal. I’ll start cooking right away, and dinner will be ready soon."

James did not object and let Emma help him with his shoes. It was not that he did not respect Emma; he knew she liked doing it. For Emma, it was a form of happiness, and for him, it was equally heartwarming.

"Emma, I’ve been wearing shoes all day, and my feet are smelly, yet you still help me change them," James said to Emma as soon as she stood up, asking with a smile.

Emma chuckled sweetly and replied, "It’s normal for men’s feet to stink. Just wash them. My dad’s feet are much smellier. If I don’t force him, he won’t even wash them, which is really unbearable."

James laughed heartily. "It seems I’m treated much better than your dad."

Emma blushed, sighed deeply, and said, "Just the thought of my dad makes me worry. I’m afraid he will cause so much trouble for me in the future."

Patting Emma on the shoulder, James said, "Don’t worry, I’m here for you."

Emma gave a wry smile and said, "I’m afraid that knowing you are here will just encourage him to bother you more."

James laughed again and said, "Well, having a father-in-law come to me is normal."

This immediately brightened Emma’s mood, but she still said, "If he really comes to you, please don’t entertain him, or he’ll never stop bothering you."

James just smiled and said no more; he was completely confident in handling Emma’s father. After beating him up last time, that good-for-nothing old man should have learned his lesson by now.

James took a quick shower and changed into pajamas. Emma’s meal was also ready, and all he needed to do was sit down to eat.

"Big Brother Brown, could you call Sister Jenkins? She went shopping with me today. She came back tired and wanted to sleep for a bit, her plan to have us wake her for dinner."

James agreed and, without changing, left his apartment to knock a few times on Emily Jenkins’ door. There was no response inside. James knew Emily must have been sleeping too deeply to hear the knocking – something he had experienced before.

When no one responded to the knocks, James went back home to get Emily’s house key and then went straight over to open her apartment door.

Emily’s place was as messy as usual. The living room coffee table was piled with various snack bags, and there were plenty of food crumbs on the floor—it looked like it had been burglarized.

Among the mess on the couch, what caught James’s eye were two pairs of thigh-high stockings carelessly thrown there. Seeing those stockings, James couldn’t help but imagine Emily dressed as a flight attendant, her legs sheathed in those thigh-high stockings. It couldn’t be denied: Emily in uniform was exceptionally appealing to men.

James shook his head, went straight to Emily’s bedroom door, and, although he was prepared and knew Emily didn’t sleep gracefully, he hadn’t expected it to be quite so indecent. He glimpsed inside, then quickly turned and shut the door, knocking hard as he called out, "Emily, time to get up and eat."

After several shouts, a surprised cry came from inside, followed by a loud, "Big Brother Brown, wait a moment, please don’t come in, I’m not dressed."

James was speechless; if he hadn’t known Emily well, he might have thought she was deliberately trying to seduce him, telling a man she was undressed.

However, Emily didn’t keep James waiting long and soon came out with an oversized sleepshirt on, showing off her shoulders and most of her cleavage, her breasts pushing up the fabric, creating a large swath of revealed skin below.

"Oops, I fell asleep," Emily said, sticking out her tongue, looking a bit embarrassed.

Seeing Emily’s playful demeanor, James couldn’t help but laugh, "You really sleep deeply. I was calling you for ages outside, and you didn’t hear, so I just came in."

Emily quickly nodded vehemently and said, "Big Brother Brown, whenever you call me for meals, just come in."

As she was hurrying out, she stumbled, looked down, and realized it was her stockings. She quickly picked them up like a thief and stuffed them behind the cushions on the sofa, then noticed two more pairs and hurriedly stuffed them away as well.

"Big Brother Brown, you didn’t see anything, did you?" Emily turned around and winked at James.

"Yes, I didn’t see anything, haha..." James could not help but laugh out loud at being teased by Emily.

Emily stuck out her tongue and said, "Even if you saw, it’s just stockings, nothing too surprising."

"You know, you could tidy up your place a bit; it’s almost like a dog kennel," James teased as he playfully tapped Emily’s head.

Emily Jenkins immediately held her head and said, "Stop knocking, I used to be very diligent, it’s just that your knocking made me forgetful, that’s why I didn’t clean up."

"You are blaming me now?" James Brown couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"Well, if I have to blame someone, it might as well be Big Brother Brown; then I wouldn’t have to worry about food and drink anymore."

While they were talking, they left Emily’s apartment and went back to James’s place. Emma Campbell saw the smile on James’s face and asked, "Big Brother Brown, why are you so happy?"

James glanced at Emily and said, "Lemon, have you ever been to Emily’s apartment?"

"No, why?" Emma responded, somewhat puzzled.

"If you had, you’d understand."

Emily giggled and said, "Lemon, don’t listen to Big Brother Brown’s nonsense. My place is very tidy, there are no messy bags on the coffee table, and stockings aren’t thrown everywhere."

James couldn’t help but burst into laughter again. Hearing this, Emma also understood why he was laughing and chuckled, saying, "Sister Jenkins, if you don’t love cleaning up your room, I can help you with it later."

"Ah! Really?" Emily’s eyes lit up, excitedly grabbing Emma’s arm.

"It’s no big deal, just helping out, especially since you spent the day shopping with me."

"I’m really so lucky, the two things in life that trouble me most, cleaning my room and cooking, are now sorted!" Emily held her chest in her hands, utterly pleased with herself.

James’s eyes widened as he said, "Lemon, you can’t let her take advantage of you. Mooching off our meals is one thing, but cleaning her room too? You’re not her maid."

Emily immediately widened her eyes and said with a hurt expression, "Big Brother Brown, don’t be like that. Lemon is helping me, not you. Why are you disagreeing?"

James snorted, "Lemon is my girlfriend, so of course I can decide for her."

Emily looked deflated, pouting and started to eat her food, seemingly venting her frustrations on her meal.

Emma, feeling sorry for Emily, said to James, "Big Brother Brown, let me just help Sister Jenkins out, she has helped me too."

Emily looked hopefully at James but didn’t dare to interrupt.

James, knowing Emma meant well, shook his head and said, "Then just help her this once, but not too often, otherwise she’ll keep asking you, and you really will become her maid."

Emily let out an excited scream and giggled, "Big Brother Brown, thank you."

James really didn’t know what to do with Emily; she was utterly harmless, just incapable of looking after herself and also very kindhearted. Whenever they went out, she always brought him a gift or something, and she was completely unguarded around him, clearly trusting him completely. He couldn’t really hold it against such a guileless and kind-hearted woman.

After finishing their meal, Emma immediately went over to help Emily tidy her room. James didn’t have the heart to let Emma do it all by herself and went along to help. Emily pretended to tidy up, but soon after, a glass-breaking sound followed by Emily’s scream of pain could be heard.

"What happened?" James rushed to the bedroom to see Emily squatting on the floor, holding her left wrist with her right hand while blood dripped down from her left thumb.

"Big Brother Brown... it hurts so much." Emily looked up at James, her eyes brimming with tears.

James didn’t know what to say, realizing there wouldn’t be any medical supplies in Emily’s apartment. He quickly went to get some from his house, cleaned her wound, and fortunately, it wasn’t too deep. Just some medicine and bandaging and she would be fine.

"You, I don’t even know what to say to you; you manage to cut your hand doing such a small task."

Emily pouted, looking aggrieved, "I didn’t want to, it really hurts."

"Sigh, you’re just not cut out for manual work. Better you stay out of the way while Lemon and I handle it."

"Sorry," Emily apologized, pouting again, and obediently went off to watch TV.