Only you in my love
Chapter 591 Sleep Alone

John looked at them expectantly and signaled to them to speak up. Van opened his mouth and earnestly said, "At anytime and anywhere, I must protect myself." Their father said, "Repeat it, Don."

Don hurriedly repeated, "At anytime and anywhere, I must protect myself."

"Good. Are you going to remember that? Your safety is paramount and you have to protect yourself. You're not able to protect each other yet so you have to look out for yourselves." He rubbed the children's heads and sighed. "Remember what I said. Protecting yourself is protecting your mommy. Your mommy is our princess, and we are men in our family. You will protect her if you protect yourself first."

Then John got down from the chair, squatted in front of the bathtub, gently patted the children' faces, and asked them, "Remember? Young men."

"We remember, Daddy." Van rubbed his face against his father's palm and looked at him obediently.

Don grinned. "I know, Daddy."

John thought, 'I hope you really do.

If something happens to you two, your mother might forget who I am again and even find you a new father.'

With great concern, John gently pushed the two children into the bathtub and washed them until they were spotless. He lifted them up and dried them in bath towels.

Van and Don sat on the big bed and helped each other treat their burns. They even blew on each other's wounds considerately.

"Don, it won't hurt anymore after I blow on it," Van said.

Don also said, "Van, it won't hurt anymore after I blow on it."

When John came over with a hair dryer, he saw the affectionate scene unfolding. His heart melted and the warmth of their affection was probably hotter than the hair dryer.

John didn't have a very deep relationship with his two elder brothers, but they respected each other. Perhaps it was because he was the youngest son of the family, and his brothers were much older than him.

In addition, Sam seemed to arrange everything quite well. He didn't favor any of his children so the family was pretty harmonious. That in itself was quite rare in rich families.

It was so was balanced in fact, that the family was prospering. There were other reasons along with that for their rise to glory though.

Most of the rich families in the Lexingport City had a lot of children that constantly clashed heads when it came to the fight for power and family property.

John had been worried that his little boys would be at each other's throats one day, but after seeing them together, he knew that wasn't going to happen.

As long as Nina and he continued to raise their boys well, they would never have to resort to fighting.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer brought John back to his senses. He gently dried his kids' hair, tucked them in and told them a story.

As brilliant as he was, John wasn't the best storyteller. He put on a pleasant tone, but he sounded quite monotonous. It was even more boring than a teacher reading out of a textbook.

Even Don, who constantly had questions, couldn't muster up the interest to open his mouth. Van loved reading but he too couldn't stand this.

John's story was more like some hypnosis than anything. The kids were asleep in less than three minutes.

As he came downstairs, Nina looked over at him in shock. "Why do they sleep so fast every time you put them to bed?"

"Uncle John's storytelling is more hypnotizing than anything." James sat on the sofa with his legs trembling as he told the truth.

He hadn't left yet. He was waiting for John's overbearing and jealous nature to come out and take Nina away. James just wanted Emma to leave with him in all honesty.

"How do you know it's hypnosis?" asked Emma.

James raised his chin proudly. "Hey, don't you think that I know my uncle well?"

Nina pursed her lips and said, "He doesn't hypnotize them when he tells stories. I thought so before, so I tested it. He told me a good story."

"Can telling stories to you and to the children be the same?" James retorted. He was bringing up some valid points.

However, Nina didn't think so.

John raised his eyebrows slightly. 'He's right. James really does know me.'

"Why don't you go to bed? My wife is going to sleep now." John glanced at the young couple sitting on the sofa.

"Let's go! We'll leave right now." James seemed to be getting what he wanted. He was waiting for John to urge them to leave. He quickly took Emma's hand and put his arm around his wife's shoulder with a bright smile. "Let's go quickly. Don't disturb Uncle John and Aunt Nina!"

"But..."

"No buts." James interrupted his wife and pushed her out.

Holding Emma's wrist, Nina said to John, "Emma and I have something to talk about. We're going to sleep in the guest room today and I have already asked the servants to clean it up in the morning.

Emma, let's go." Nina dragged Emma away, leaving John no chance to refute.

James realized his wife had slipped out of his clutches.

She was gone with Nina and now the anxiousness began to set in. "Uncle John!"

"Wait a minute!" John called. 'Do I have to sleep alone tonight?'

In the past three years, he had been alone for thirty of the thirty-six months. It was not easy for him to wait to be with her and now that she was finally back, she wanted to spend her first night in the guest room with a woman. Even if his nephew could bear it, he couldn't.

"No. If you have so much to say to each other, talk about it in the day," John ordered coldly.

James' eyes lit up. 'Uncle John struck just in the nick of time.'

"It's not up to you. We are the ones who want to sleep together. Some things can only be talked about at night." Nina ignored him and pulled Emma with her into the guest room without looking back.

She slammed the door behind her, sending a loud echo down the hallway as a warning not to come anywhere near them.

The two men were sleeping alone tonight.

John was speechless.

James was no better off either.

The light in James's eye faded away, and his admiration for John disappeared in an instant.

He should have known that John was nowhere near as effective when it came to Nina.

"Forget it. I'm going to bed. It's no big deal. It's been rare for me to sleep alone since I got married anyway," James said, deliberately annoying John.

"Fuck off!" As expected, John wasn't entertaining this mockery and slapped the back of his nephew's head. James staggered forward as he smirked and walked away.

Compared to John, he wasn't upset at all.

With a darkened face, John looked in the direction of the guest room. He stared for so long that the image was imprinted onto his mind.

No matter how displeased he was, he couldn't break into the room. After all, there was another woman in it.

John didn't want to think about it anymore and returned to the master bedroom with sorrow in his eyes.

He wasn't going to let this go that easily though.

At one o'clock in the morning, the whole villa was so quiet that a needle dropping could be heard.

Two figures seemed to notice each other outside the guestroom door.

John was speechless.

So was James.

They could see each other's silhouette as they looked at each other in the dark, plotting their plan of action.

"Have you got the key? If you don't have a spare key, I can open the door with this."

James took out a thin iron wire and shook it in front of John.

It glinted in the darkness. John was stunned.00000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐