Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 86

Janet had no idea what went on; all she felt was that she could barely breathe, so she whimpered while trying to resist him.

Sean and Henry covered their ears almost simultaneously. Oh, my God! Young Master Mason actually coaxed a young lady and kissed her?

The next day, when she opened her eyes, she suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the room layout and the scent around her… This is not my room? Last night, I went to meet the four kids and drank a large can of beer. Then, in a fuddled mind, I said that I wanted to go to the Lowry Residence. Why did I suddenly want to go there?

She knocked on her own head in frustration, wondering if she had done anything foolish!

“Hiss—” All of a sudden, she suddenly remembered something. Today is Sunday, which is the day of Old Madam Lowry’s flight, but the painting is still in the Jackson residence. What should I do now?

After switching on her phone, she gave Dexter a call and instructed, “Go to my room and bring out the landscape painting on the table. Then, anonymously courier it. Don’t let anyone discover your identity!”

Dexter was extremely familiar with that sort of thing as he was trained for this, replying in seriousness, “Boss, I understand.”

Janet then responded before hanging up on the call. Just then, the door of the room was abruptly pushed open.

“Are you awake?”

the bed without realizing the red patch

her and chuckled, “Come

Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to recall what happened last night but

her head bowed. “Did I do

and smiled. “What do you

the tentative smile on his face, she had a sense

put down his fork and spoon; there was a bewitching expression in his narrowed phoenix eyes. “You said that you wanted to become

that’s impossible… That’s impossible—” Janet interrupted before the man finished his sentence. I wouldn’t say this sort

speechless as well. I don’t remember Miss Jackson saying

you remember?” Mason chuckled and whispered. “You even said

was flushed red all the way to her neck. She put down her fork and spoon and stared as she angrily stated, “T-That’s impossible! You are lying!” It

the first time that he saw the young lady being agitated. He chuckled and

hit her head in regrets, secretly vowing to herself to stay further away from

a corner, shuddered. Wasn’t Young Master Mason the person who