Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 395

What did I do? What did I do to make this man misunderstand me?

“Are you really not upset? Then, why did you rush to hang up my call? Why did you refuse to kiss me?” Mason had been brooding over Janet’s indifferent behavior a few days back. As a result, he couldn’t sleep nor think, which ultimately caused him to fall for the tricks of that ragtag bunch from the unknown organization.

When Janet heard what the man said, she was so furious that it became amusing. The corners of her mouth curved. “Of course, I had something going on, and… I neglected you!” Then, she lowered her head and said gloomily, “I’m sorry!”

Her apology seemed to hold too many meanings behind it. All of a sudden, he panicked. Pulling her into his arms, he spoke agitatedly with a trace of a smile, “Don’t say those words! It’s enough as long as you don’t hate me!”

“I-I don’t hate you! I love you!” she immediately interjected warmly, her eyes curving along with her smile. In the next moment, her rosy lips sealed his mouth. Their lips lingered against each other while they were hungrily entangled at the same time. The kiss was sweet—sweeter than honey.

“I love you too!” he panted, his hot breath blowing against her delicate cheeks.

a vague tone, “If you learn one day that I am hiding many secrets from

the same time, I’m also terrified that he

what you’re hiding from me.” The man’s enchanting eyes lifted slightly and his deep gaze was

she froze. I guess people like me are destined to live alone forever. I have too many

somewhat wicked as he joked, “As long as you love me,

she wrapped her arms

and loving. He moved his body slightly, but she pressed him down. Then, he heard her clear and small voice by his

felt a sharp pain coming from his lips. Even so, he didn’t release his hold on her. It wasn’t until both their mouths were filled with the taste of blood that

cherry lips. Under the dim lights, she looked extremely seductive. Just as he was about to continue, a

snacks for Miss Jackson are ready!” a servant politely announced from outside

The man’s voice was low, hoarse, and

is way too different