Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 85

Sean straightened his posture and immediately left the place.

Henry was unfazed by Mason’s snarl, wanting to see the kind of charm that Janet had, which enticed the Lowry Family’s successor.

Upon seeing that Henry was standing still, Sean instantly dragged him away with his arm around the latter’s neck. “Young Master Moss, please forgive me for being rude!”

He would rather offend Henry than his master.

In that short while, she had already popped open the wine bottle. With trembling hands, she poured the wine into a glass.

Mason narrowed his eyes in a menacing manner and unrelentingly pressed on. “Those brats you meant… are they boys or girls?”

She was engrossed in observing the wine in her hands and did not answer him.

When he walked to her to grab the wine bottle, she already drank half a bottle of it.

Janet raised her eyes and looked at the man before her in a pitiful manner as she mumbled, “You are a bad man!”

a kid whose toy was being taken away from

thin lips curved upward into a beguiling

was weak—and just a tad bit of it would be enough to transform her into an obedient little rabbit who would do

the eyes of the man in front of her. They seemed like an ancient

She murmured, “Really beautiful.”

With his eyebrows raised, the corner of his lips gently curled up. “Is he the most

was flushed red before she whispered,

a joke, but upon hearing that, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He then leaned over toward her and his cold fingers landed on her cheeks. Although there was a trace of ruthlessness in his husky voice, his voice still sounded

her brows, as if she was

…

occasion where Mason was

her face, gently stroking her faintly heated cheeks. “It’s late. Why didn’t you head home instead of looking

seconds, dumbfounded by

it turns out that the

Janet firmly nodded.

no idea why she had suddenly said so; he merely thought that