Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 822 - 820

When Jimmy Horne heard her words, his eyes flickered, with a hint of helplessness and a touch of hard-to-detect frustration in his gaze.

"Heading back so soon? It's pretty hot inside." Sitting on a branch, Jimmy looked at her with a cool demeanor, watching as she took more than ten minutes to reach the ground, asking with a slight smile.

"I want to check if Sister Florence is awake. We have some of the dishes from lunch left; I'll heat them up for Sister Florence. She must be starving after sleeping for so long, but can't have too much oil. I'll make some porridge for her first." Camila Ruiz muttered to herself, her anger seemingly fading away slowly.

Though her temper flared up quickly, it subsided just as swiftly.

Jealousy flashed in Jimmy's eyes immediately.

Ever since she arrived here yesterday, it had mostly been him taking care of her. He enjoyed taking care of her, but she couldn't be this biased, could she? Always calling Sister Florence, Sister Florence. When did the two become sisters? As a child, she didn't like Florence, did she? Said Florence was someone who forgot friends for looks and always sided with him.

Why didn't she ever seem to think about him, muttering his name?

Heartless girl.

He had her brought here to keep him company, not to accompany the little beauty.

His eyes flickered, and Jimmy, sitting on the branch, suddenly clutched his stomach and called out.

"Ouch..."

Camila, having just reached the ground, suddenly heard his cry and quickly looked up, seeing him holding his stomach and whimpering, his face looking a bit unusual. She immediately asked with concern, "What happened to you?"

"I'm starving... Camila, I'm starving to death."

Camila blinked her big eyes.

Did she hear that wrong?

This boy, who was much taller than her and looked like a grown man, actually said he was hungry, holding his stomach like he was in pain, his complexion changing a bit. A hungry stomach at most makes you weak, but why did his face change so quickly? And at noon, she saw him eat two big bowls of rice with her own eyes. She was a bit surprised at his big appetite, but then she thought it was normal since they were at the age of growing and he was quite active, eating two big bowls of rice made sense.

She's not even hungry yet, but he's starving.

"I'm starving, warm up the leftovers from lunch for me, will you?" Sitting up high, holding his stomach, Jimmy looked pitiful, his deep eyes becoming exceptionally clear, with a hint of pity, as if he was mistreated and hadn't eaten for days.

He doesn't want their shared meal to benefit that tagalong.

The little beauty in his heart is just a tagalong, only ever following him and obeying him.

If she really considered him a friend, a playmate, she should treat him as equally as Camila does, not call him Young Master and lower herself. Even if he acknowledged his family heritage and became the Young Master of the Crimson Flame Sect, the little beauty is not part of it, merely a family member of the authorities within the sect, not a member herself, with no right to call him Young Master.

"Got it, I'll make porridge for Sister Florence, alright. Aren't you coming down? With Finn around, I'm a bit scared." Camila glared at him, pouting.

"I want porridge too, you need to make a portion for me as well."

Jimmy slid down from the tree unceremoniously while making this demand. His color returned to normal, and he seemed spirited, not at all like someone starving.

Camila ignored him, turning to walk back toward the three-story building.

Jimmy landed on the ground and picked up the old umbrella he spent all afternoon finding, quickly catching up to Camila to hold the umbrella for her, protecting her fair skin from the sun.

Inside, Florence Ford struggled to open her eyes, the pain at the back of her neck indicating she had been struck down.

Struggling to sit up, she found herself lying on a soft, big bed. Although the room wasn't very large, it was neatly arranged, with a pink décor, exuding warmth and sweetness, evidently a girl's room.

She checked herself over, finding she hadn't lost a pound of flesh, and aside from the pain at her neck, her limbs were flexible and unbound.

The pride she displayed when she first arrived at the Horne Family vanished, replaced by calmness.

Being a martial artist, she wouldn't act impulsively.

Moreover, before being knocked out, she had exchanged blows with that man in black, whose skills were exceptional. Even though she was among the top ten in her grade at school, she had been knocked out easily.

She couldn't afford to be careless.

Carefully sliding off the bed, she first walked to the door and listened attentively to any movements outside, but heard nothing.

Then she cautiously reached for the doorknob, trying to open the door and found it wasn't locked, raising her alertness further. It was unreal; who would capture someone and let them move freely? At the very least, they should bind or confine the hostage.

Carefully opening the door, she slowly pulled it, peeking out—

"Ah!"

A scream pierced the air.

The ten demons had just awakened from their nap, and hearing the scream, didn't even raise an eyebrow, continuing with their tasks.

They went about their business, indifferent to the rest.

The little beauty quickly closed the door, leaning against it, fear etched on her exquisite face; the big snake outside nearly scared her soul away.

Camila, just returning, heard the scream and guessed it was the little beauty waking up, wanting to come out like she did the first time, only to encounter Finn. She quickly ran upstairs, not caring about Jimmy.

Jimmy didn't follow her up, instead, he meandered in front of the ten demons. The sofa and chairs were all occupied by them. He went in front of Kay Kennal, and rudely kicked Kay's foot. Kay gave him a cold glare, begrudgingly squeezed next to Iceman No. 3, and made room for him to sit down.

"Old man, what's your intention?" Jimmy tilted his head, giving Kay a cold look, asking meaningfully.

Kay pretended not to hear, looking toward the door instead.

Jimmy didn't get angry, reaching out to twist Kay's thigh, as if Kay was prepared for it, quickly reacting to block Jimmy's hand.

Though seated, their positions unchanged, a hand-to-hand exchange began.

Jimmy's expression turned serious, a severe look washed over him, his dark eyes turning cold and sharp.

The others seemed used to this, letting the two grapple as they pleased.

Ultimately, Kay tore the button off Jimmy's shirt, while Jimmy successfully twisted Kay's thigh. Jimmy applied a lot of force, making Kay groan in pain, glaring fiercely at Jimmy.

Darn brat, doesn't he know a teacher for a day is a father for life? Yet he's so heavy-handed.