Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 692

“The cheongsam has such fine embroidery! It’s such a timeless and alluring piece—how beautiful!”

“Exactly! But it can only be pulled off by someone who looks as good as she does.”

“Comparisons are often painful. Rebecca, how do you maintain that gorgeous figure of yours?”

“Her skin is like a baby’s! I’m so jealous!”

“Rebecca, you’re definitely the most fashionable socialite among us all tonight.”

While Rebecca was ecstatic with the praises, she kept herself from grinning too widely and gave them a polite smile instead. “Thank you for the kind words, everyone, but all of you look beautiful as well,” she said modestly.

“If I’m not mistaken, you will be performing on stage tonight, yes?”

Truth was Esme had gone around telling others about Rebecca’s upcoming performance at the banquet, and it wasn’t as though these guests were unfamiliar with the Davis Family; most of them were well aware that the girl was going to be playing the piano on stage tonight.

Nonetheless, Rebecca nodded. “That’s right, but I hope you won’t make fun of me if the performance is not good enough.”

burst into polite laughter, gathering around her as they

were simply making small talk—praises meant nothing

far too

I’m sure your talent speaks for itself, otherwise Young Master Mason wouldn’t

look forward

your cousin Emily to go to Yobirl; I’m sure

chortled and quipped, “If that’s the case, that means we have our

she listened to the chatter that went on around her, Rebecca couldn’t help but feel gutted at

that Emily was once rejected

showcase her prowess and charm in front of Mason at the banquet later was more than enough to cheer her up again. Any feeling of resentment that she felt immediately

how much work my darling Rebecca has put in while practicing the piano—it goes

everyone was impressed and turned to look at Rebecca

the other hand, bowed her head and flushed at all

the banquet and a fleet of luxury cars

around to their door, opening it before bowing. “Young Master Lowry, if you please!” he

stepped

and the both of

of bodyguards dressed in crisp black suits trailed after them, creating