Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 322
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 322
“You… I’m going downstairs to eat now,” J said carefully.
“Don’t move.” Mason gently wrapped his arms around her waist and spoke in a husky voice.
He sounded like he needed release…
I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even kiss him, so why is he having a reaction? Also, why is his reaction so
big? Are all men the same?
She didn’t dare to move at all. It would be weird to walk away now, but they couldn’t stay here either,
could they? What if someone saw them?
“Do you want to go in and take care of it or have a cold bath?” She almost cried.
This is too terrifying…
“It’s pointless. Only you can end my suffering.” Mason squinted, but he didn’t dare to look straight at the
young girl because he was afraid that his eyes might scare her.
Feeling each other’s warm breaths, J’s face had never been this red before. Even her heart was
beating at an unprecedented rate… If not for what was happening, she would have thought that she
was going to die.
“Then… What should I do? I don’t know how.”
How can I treat this? Should I stick two needles somewhere on him? I’ve never met this kind of patient
before.
Suddenly, she felt that he was a dangerous man that might explode any time.
However, Mason gentlyid his head on her neck and murmured, “Don’t be afraid of me. Just let me
calm down.”
Hearing this made her relieved.
After a few minutes, a maid downstairs suddenly called them respectfully, “Young Master Mason, Miss
Jackson, your meal is ready.”
When she heard the maiding closer and closer, she quickly pushed him away and ran down.
As soon as she went down the stairs, she met the maid.
“Miss Jackson, what’s the problem?” The maid furrowed her brows as she looked at her.
“It’s fine.” J replied calmly.
“Are you having a fever? Your face is so red,” the maid asked worriedly.
After all, J had injured her hand today, and she might get infected and have a fever because it had
been an exhausting day.
“No. I’m just a little tired.” J remained calm before informing her, “You don’t need to call him. He’ll
come downter on.”
The maid knew that she was referring to Mason, so she nodded. “Alright.”
At the moment, the man pushed away by J looked really gloomy.
I really want to fire all the maids in this house… The urge is now left hanging, but it’s not going away
soon. This is really torturing.
……..
After 30 minutes, Mason still had yet toe down.
In the meantime, Red Python, ck Python and White Python were eating while feeling distressed.
“Miss Jackson, is Young Master Masoning down?” they asked carefully.
“I don’t know.” J ate herst bite from the bowl emotionlessly before walking to the living room to
take some newspapers upstairs.
Another reason staying at Lowry residence was better than Jackson residence was that people would
send newspapers to them everyday, and there would be a huge pile of newspapers for J to kill time
each day.
When she went into her room to take a bath, she realized that Mason was still in her bedroom and was
even lying on her bed… His eyes are closed, and it seems like he is sleeping lightly.
“Are you going down to eat?” She felt a little speechless.
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Has he not calmed down after so long? Is he a machine?
Mason opened his hazy eyes which contained some desire. Then, he hugged her pillow and smelled it.
“It smells so good.”
It’s the same fragrance I smelled back at Jackson residence.
“Then I’ll let you smell it.” J picked up another pillow on the bedside and threw it at him. She spoke
in a disgusted yet flirtatious manner.
Mason smiled while his eyes were filled with delight.
……..
20 minutester, J came out of the bathroom, but Mason was still lying on her bed, unwilling to
leave.
“It’ste…” She felt a little resigned.
“I know.” He then raised his brows and teased her, “Do you want to sleep together tonight?”