Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 55
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 55
Mr. Rodriguez frowned. “What are you going to be busy with?”
Emily exined, “Sir, I need to participate in the finals for the paintingpetition on this Wednesday,
so…”
Upon hearing her words, he was shocked. “Emily, are you saying that you are in the finals for the
Summer Painting Competition? Is this genuine?”
“Sir, that’s old news and you didn’t know about it? What Emily said is true. She’s really outstanding;
she’s good in everything.”
“Emily is really responsible and she excels in everything! She’s also pretty. I’m envious of her.”
“Unlike J, who is unwilling to bring honor to our ss.”
“I don’t think that she’s unwilling to do so; she’s just afraid to humiliate herself. After all, we all know
how she achieved her results.” All the students expressed their opinions one after another.
Emily couldn’t suppress her cold smile, but she pretended to be calm while uttering, “Don’t say these
kinds of words! J has never joined apetition like this, so it’s only natural for her to temporarily
feel out of ce. I’m only qualified to join the finals for the paintingpetition and I won’t necessarily
emerge as the winner.”
Mr. Rodriguez’s eyes widened—he was a tad bit astonished by Emily, who was impressive. “You don’t
need to join the preliminarypetition, then. After all, everyone knows how well you score in math
papers. Try your best for thepetition and strive to be the champion for the painting
competition.”
Emily nodded while beaming. “Thank you, sir!”
After ss, the students flocked to surround her.
“Emily, try your best for the paintingpetition!”
“Emily, you are really impressive. It’s a pity that I’m not talented in painting. If I know how to draw, I’ll
definitely be your disciple!”
As she listened to the students ttering her, she deliberately nced at J and noticed that she
was spacing out in a corner, looking pitiful.
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However, the more pitiful J looked, the happier Emily was.
Emilt faked a smile again. “Stop ttering me. You guys are pressuring me!”
In fact, she was certain that she would win first ce inpetition. What pressure will I feel? How is a
smallpetition like this difficult for me?
When Gordon saw Emily’s pretentious smile, he looked at J. “J, how are you able to bear with
a hypocrite like her?”
J, who was ying games on her phone with a deadpan face, calmly replied, “It’s yet to be
confirmed on who will have thestugh. Just wait and see.”
Emily nced at J again and noticed that thetter talked to him.
I knew that her calmness was merely a facade; she’s probably trembling in fear. Haha! Haha!
When Emily arrived home from school, the dress—which Brian had asked someone to purchase—was
also brought back home.
She loved the dress because he had generously bought them the branded version of it. I’ll probably
attract everyone’s attention if I wear it to participate in the finals of the paintingpetition! Her thought
was delighting her.
Megan cast a nce at the firmly closed door upstairs and asked Emily to bring the other dress. “Emily,
give this to J.”
Emily nodded. “I’ll head upstairs now.”
She quickly walked upstairs and arrived in front of the door to J’s room before knocking on it, but
nobody answered her from inside. J isn’t inside?
She checked the hallway and her surroundings. After confirming that there were no maids around, she
sneaked into the room.
She opened the door and found nobody inside.
It was the first time that she entered J’s room since thetter usually kept her door closed. Hmph,
let me see what treasures you have in here.
With both hands buried in her pockets, Emily walked up to the window—a table was ced at the most
obvious spot in the room.
On top of the table was some painting materials with a piece of painting that was almostpleted.
Emily was puzzled. J paints? What’s going on here?
Looking at the painting before her eyes, her heart skipped a beat. It was lifelike and lively—the plum
blossoms were stunning and theposition of the painting was wless, making it an exceptionally
beautiful piece of artwork.
Could it be that it was J who painted this? Or was this actually bought by her? If she painted this
herself, she would certainly have the draft with her.
An idea suddenly popped in her mind—she started to ransack the entire room and finally found a pile of
completed paintings in the cab of her dressing table.
Every single piece was stunning—there were paintings of animals, people, sceneries and even
buildings.
In that instant, another idea shed across her mind.
She poked her head at the door and looked around, noting that it was quiet outside.
After picking a few pieces, she secretly took them out and tidied the room so that everything looked
normal.