Ten minutester, John was finally going to let go of Nina.


    He was so sure that it was love that he never wanted to let her go. She would be safe in his arms and anywhere else wasn''t good enough.


    "I need to talk with youter," John said tenderly. He breathed softly in her ear, reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear and then rubbed her head.


    Every time he rubbed her head, she felt like his pet. She angrily pped the back of his hand.


    With a smirk, he withdrew his hand quickly.


    Nina always adored his faint smiles. When the thought crossed her mind that he has a fiancee though, she stepped back and kept her distance.


    She was incredibly grateful that he saved her, though. When she was in trouble, John was the only person she thought about.


    It could be because John was the only person in Lexingport City who she had that much of a history with.


    "Thank you for saving me. Are you a god?" Nina raised her head. Her eyes glinted like stars. And like an innocent child, she believed that she had met a god who descended to the Earth.


    Nina felt that he had to


    o happened that this time Nina saw it with her own eyes. Seeing his bloodthirsty nature cast doubt about him in her mind.


    Anyone who ever offended John seemed to meet with a gruesome end, so why was she still sitting here safe and sound?


    Nina remembered fighting him several times and he looked quite scared back then.


    "Is he really afraid of my punching and kicking?" Nina couldn''t help but ask.


    Hearing this, James smiled and leaned back on the sofa. He said nonchntly, "How can Uncle John be afraid of you? He just humors you."


    John wasn''t a martial artist but he was strong enough to deal with a girl.


    He showed this every time he tried to kiss her after all.


    "Aunt Nina, you''re the first person I''ve seen my uncle make a concession for. When I heard that you hit him and he didn''t kill you, I knew something was wrong. I must be a genius." James never passed up an opportunity to praise himself.


    Nina concentrated on every bit of information about John. She frowned and zoned her eyes in on him.


    ''Has he just given in to me all the time?


    Why?'' she wondered.