Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 686

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 686

The first dress featured a thigh-high slit; the second one had an open waist design; the third dress came with a halter design; the fourth dress had a V-neckline that plunged all the way to the belly button.

While the man found that the fourth dress was borderline flagrant, he held back from making a remark. However, by the time his eyes landed on the fifth dress, his jaw dropped.

The mermaid dress was tailored to accentuate a flattering hourglass figure with a bodice that was designed to accentuate a woman’s bosom. Just the mere thought of it made him cross his legs in an attempt to hide any physical reaction in the lower half of his body.

He would much rather be the only person to see her in those kinds of dresses. If she were to appear in the same garment in front of hundreds of others, there was no guarantee that he could keep his head—he could lose control and detonate the venue in which the banquet would be held. She had already pushed his buttons once with the dress that she wore for the previous New Year’s Eve performance; he did not want it to happen again.

When Mason did not respond, Janet opened her eyes and let her gaze fall on the drawing. She then playfully teased, “I think all the designs are pretty great, but the fifth one with the mermaid-cut is impressive!”

and acknowledged, “I’ll make arrangements with the company’s fashion designer and have her make the

coldly with a deep and ominous

twisted into a look of mute despair. He lifted his eyes and saw the mischievous look on Janet’s face before realizing that he had fallen into her trap. He shuddered as he thought, How

impish gleam in her eyes. After he left, she let out a small laugh and mused. “I was only joking.” For Heavens’ sake, why is he getting all worked

it would not do her lungs any favor if she was exasperated

in his voice that only made him sound more seductive and he leaned closer to her. His warm breath tickled her neck as he drawled,

nothing that he could do about the woman in front of him; he often found himself helpless as she mercilessly

beneath her and picked up her phone while mumbling, “I’ll design my own evening dress for the banquet.” After all,

she meant what she said, he pursed his lips and stepped away from her. He then sternly ordered, “The dress

covering her entire body and it would be pointless for her to come up with a design. Why should I go through all that trouble when I could easily show up in a burlap sack instead? She ignored his words and

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