Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 688

Time seemed to fly past and it was the night of the 28th in the blink of an eye.

It was six o’clock in the evening and the handsome man, who sat at the dining table at the Lowry Residence, was dressed in a suit that was tailor made for his tall and slender frame. He kept his usually icy demeanor aside tonight and adopted the look of elegance. When he placed his cutlery down on the plate, it made a crisp sound that reverberated throughout the room.

He drew the napkin up to his face and gently dabbed at the corners of his mouth. Then, he lifted his gaze as he said slowly, “Didn’t the old madam say that she would be back on the night before the banquet? Where is she now?”

The maid who stood at one side was respectful as she answered, “Old Madam Lowry said that she would not be staying here at the Lowry Residence tonight and that she will meet you and Miss Jackson at the banquet tomorrow.”

The initial plan was to host the banquet at the Lowry Residence, but seeing as they were expecting a large number of guests tomorrow, they opted for a different venue instead.

Upon hearing the maid’s explanation, Mason nodded and said nothing else before turning to address Janet. “By the way, the company’s fashion design department has prepared a dress based on your drawing. You should try it on to see whether it fits.”

Janet briefly looked up at him. Then, she nodded as she answered, “Thank you.”

returned to her bedroom after dinner whereupon she tried on the dress that she would wear to the

herself in the mirror before slowly removing the

her bath had been prepared. She stepped into the

the bedroom from across the hall was feeling

of her wearing the cheongsam. Now that he knew she was in the

of Janet’s room. He stood there silently for a few seconds, pondering on what he was about to do. Then, he turned

shower gel that came from the adjoining bathroom. It was a light, pleasant scent with a

eyes darkened and

him to burst through the bathroom, he refused to give in to his primal instincts. He instead loosened the buttons on his shirt and climbed onto the bed before getting into what he could only assume

had quickly wrapped the towel around her after she heard the faint clicking sound of her bedroom

posture on her bed. “What are

at her with longing. Her hair was in damp, wavy locks past her shoulders as the