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!”

looked exactly like a kid whose toy was being

man’s chiseled thin lips curved

everything except drinking. Her alcohol tolerance was weak—and just a tad bit of it would be enough to transform her into an obedient little rabbit who would do anything that she

of the man in front of her. They seemed like an ancient well—bottomless, mysterious yet

She murmured, “Really beautiful.”

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

flushed red before

her cheeks. Although there was a trace of ruthlessness in his husky

furrowed her brows, as if she was

…

rare occasion where Mason

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

Why did I come to look for you?” She was stunned for a few seconds, dumbfounded by his question. After a while, she

it turns out that the young lady is not here because she

Janet firmly nodded.

no idea why she had suddenly said so; he merely thought that she spoke nonsense since she was