The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 2746

James pushed the door open. When he saw her holding the photo album in her hand, he hastily went up to stop her. "No! You can't look at that!"

Giselle narrowed her eyes when she saw how nervous he was. "What's the matter? Are there any other unseemly photos in this album?"

"It's none of your business. My father told you to sleep in my room, but that doesn't mean you can simply touch the things here!"

"Really? What are you gonna do about it if I insist on looking at it then?"

James grabbed her wrist when she tried to snatch the photo album out of his hand. "Why do you have to look at my photo album? Could it be that you have a crush on me?" Giselle was rendered speechless.

After a short while, James released her wrist and took a step back. He held tightly to the photo album and said, "You can touch whatever you want in this room, but I won't let you lay a single finger on this photo album."

Just when he turned around, his father came into his room and said matter-of-factly, "It's just a photo album. I have a lot more of them in my room. Come with me, Giselle. I'll show them to you." James froze "Dad!"

Giselle followed Jefferson to his study with a grin on her face. He handed the collection of photo albums to her when James appeared in front of the door "No..."

He tried to stop Giselle from opening the photo album, but it was too late Giselle had already opened up the photo album.

When she saw the photo, she was stunned for a moment before breaking into a laugh..

Only then did she understand why he refused to let her see his photos when he was a kid. There was this one particular photo where he cried very hard while someone was shaving his hair James froze. He took a deep breath and just wanted to kill himself right away.

How could his father let other people see these "untoward photos?"

Giselle couldn't help herself and chuckled out loud.

Jefferson laughed as well. "Look at him. He looks just like an ugly monkey Sometimes his mother and I are wondering if he's our kid or not."

Giselle turned her head around to glance at James. "Well, most of the kids look like ugly monkeys when they are born. But you're right. He's indeed pretty ugly."

"All of us are like that when we are born. I'm sure you were this ugly as well," retorted James. He was so angry that he wanted to pass out right now.

"No way! Since she has seen my photos, I must ask Mr. Peterson for her photos as well! I can't be the only one who got "exposed" like this!"

At night, when Giselle came out of the bathroom and saw James lying on the bed, she was stunned." What are you doing here?"

Without raising his head, James replied, "Why must I give my own room to you? I don't care what my father said. I'm not going to give my room to you. Please go and find whatever place you want to sleep." Giselle squinted and looked at him. After a short while, she walked over to the bed and lay down as well, startling James. He looked at her in surprise and asked, "What... What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say I can find whatever place I want to sleep? I'm going to sleep on this bed then."

He closed the magazine and grabbed the blanket. "Won't you feel embarrassed?"

"Why should I?" asked Giselle.

Initially, James thought Giselle would not sleep with him if he refused to leave his bed, but it seemed like

he was wrong.

"You..."

"Good night. I'm going to sleep now," Giselle said and turned around.

Looking at her back, James was so exasperated that the veins on his forehead bulged. Since she did not care about it, he figured that he shouldn't care about it either. He lay down and turned around. Both of them slept with their backs facing each other, and there was so much space between them that it could fit one more person in it.

Toward the middle of the night, Giselle woke up feeling hot and suffocated. She opened her eyes and saw the reason for her suffocation. There was an arm on top of her body.

She turned her head around to look at James and was speechless about his sleeping posture.

As Giselle was about to move his arm away, he refused to let her go and wrapped his arm tighter around her, causing her to freeze in her position.

She lay stiffly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His breath brushed the nape of her neck. It was tickling, and a strange feeling was tugging at her heart.