Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 57


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 57


    “Is there anything else?” J looked at the man as he stood by the curtain, leaving two buttons on his


    ck shirt unbuttoned. On top of that, he wore a ck suit with a matching pair of pants that wrapped


    his long legs. A few secondster, she was worried that she would lose control again and kept a


    distance from him.


    He wanted to say, Can’t youe with me? However, he could only suppress his truest words and


    lowered his voice instead. “I brought you ginger soup too.”


    She wanted to refuse him, but his words had rendered her speechless. “Don’t tell me that you want to


    say that your period is gone?” He looked at her in a serious manner as his sneaky, enchanting eyes


    fixed itself on her, saying, “Don’t leave without drinking.” His sentence left her unable to refuse or refute


    him.


    J took the ginger soup from Mason while he watched her.


    She frowned as she felt a bit weird—it was strange that her heartbeat did not race, even though a


    dashing man was staring at her.


    After taking two sips, she ced the bowl of ginger soup aside and poured a ss of boiled water for


    him, saying, “Thank you for the ginger soup.”


    She nced at the clock on the wall and started to rush him to leave. “It’s gettingte; you better leave


    quickly.” Mason, who was about to drink water, was puzzled for a moment.


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    My babe is so mean. Mason put down the ss of water and looked at J with an evil expression.


    “No, I won’t leave. I will only do so once you have finished drinking the ginger soup.”


    J frowned and shot him an annoyed look. “I’m not a three-year-old kid and I don’t need you to


    supervise me!”


    Mason’s evil eyes darkened as he said pitifully, “You are rejecting me.” He had to act pitiful in front of


    his future wife.


    She somehow felt a wave of pity for him and didn’t have the heart to throw him out of her room. “You’re


    a grown man acting like a youngdy,” she sneered.


    He quietly approached her and whispered, “I’m only being pampered with you.”


    It was most probable that no one had ever experienced Mason’s soft side, which meant that she was


    lucky to have been the first one to melt his heart.


    J pushed his chest with a gentle push and replied coldly, “Don’t be a tyrant!” She picked up the


    ginger soup on the table andpletely drank it. “I’m done! You can leave now.”


    Mason couldn’t react; he never thought that his future wife would hate him and he looked at her, ruffling


    her shaggy hair. “Then, you better remember toe again tomorrow after school; I’ll wait for you.”


    “Okay.”


    After both of them had bid adieu to each other, Mason turned and left through the window. Once he left,


    J’s heart was restless as she thought on how things could work between them.


    Back at the Lowry Residence, Sean stepped forward to greet Mason now that he was back home,


    “Young Master Mason, did you head to Miss Jackson’s house again tonight?”


    Mason did not answer or deny Sean’s question and merely removed his suit jacket, throwing it to Sean


    with a question. “If you head to the girl’s bedroom and she keeps shoving you away, what does it


    mean?”


    Sean barely gave it a thought. “Push you away? It means she doesn’t like you.” He raised his eyes to


    look at Young Master Mason and suddenly changed his answer. “Maybe it’s because you are the


    Mason Lowry, and that makes the girl feel awkward.”


    Upon hearing this, Mason put his fingers on his lips and whispered, “Oh, I see.”


    Time had flown so fast that Wednesday finally arrived, causing Megan to exim in delight, “Oh my


    God, Emily is exceptionally good. Not only did she win the championship, but she was also praised by


    Old Mr. Collins, the senior in the art world!” She couldn’t help but scream with a face full of joy.


    The smile on Emily’s face did not fade as she deliberately raised her voice to say, “He has not seen


    such a talent in a long time, so he wants to ept me as his disciple.” Her excitement increased as


    she spoke.


    “Really?” Megan eximed excitedly. “I’ll quickly call your dad and share the exciting news with him.”


    J had returned from school when she heard Emily shrieking and casually asked, “Is that old man in


    terrible shape now?”


    Megan frowned and gritted her teeth. “J, watch your words! If Old Mr. Collins hears this, he will


    think that the Jackson Family is impolite and won’t ept your sister as his disciple!”