Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 352


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 352


    In the next moment, Chloe was so shocked that her mouth was agape. Then, she tugged at Reba’s


    hand. “Reba, take a look at this card!”


    Thus, Reba read it intently. Afterward, both of them became stupefied. Staring at each other in


    astonishment, it took a while before they came back to their senses. What’s going on? Their


    expressions were tense, and they were frozen in shock.


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    As they were still reeling from the shock, Emily walked out of the bedroom wearing the white evening


    dress and carrying the emerald green crocodile leather bag. Her expression was joyous as she


    gleefully asked, “How do I look?”


    “B-Beautiful! The bag looks amazing.”


    Upon hearing those words, she looked exultant. I was so worried that the white dress might not match


    with the emerald green bag. Looks like those worries werepletely unnecessary.


    “Emily, that bag of yours…” Just as Chloe was about to say something, Reba nudged her arm and


    indicated for her to shut up. If you say that right now, how awkward would it be?


    Emily was surprised. Then, she shifted her gaze to Chloe. “What did you say?”


    In response, Chloe smiled awkwardly. “It’s nothing. That bag of yours is very beautiful.”


    “Thanks.” Emily smiled jubntly, feeling extremely satisfied.


    ……


    It was afternoon, and lunch break was over. The skyscraper that was the Lowry Family Conglomerate


    blocked out the midday sun. Inside the spacious president’s office, a man and a woman were lying on a


    gigantic sofa. Their limbs were a tangled mess as they peacefully slept side-by-side.


    J was being held so tightly in the man’s arms that she was finding it hard to breathe. “Ugh… Let


    me go.”


    The man opened his eyes drowsily. Then, he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. His voice was


    wicked and enchanting. “Are you ufortable?”


    The corners of her lips twitched slightly. How dare he ask me that?! How am I supposed to sleep


    comfortably if he is holding me so tightly? “Yes,” she answered softly. Her voice waszy but extremely


    moving.


    Mason pursed his thin lips. “Babe, it’s because you’re too seductive.” Whenever he saw her, he was


    consumed with the urge to be one with her.


    Throwing a dirty nce at him, she closed her eyes again and snuggled against him. Warm,


    passionate, moving, expectant, loving—these were all beautiful words associated with emotions that


    she had never experienced before she met this man. Still, it seemed like God was just. These beautiful


    words were entrusted to a man named Mason Lowry, who was then sent to her side. As a result, they


    fell in love with each other.


    The man studied her closed eyelids as well as her eyshes that trembled slightly. She looked


    extremely lovable.


    Despite her closed eyes, she could feel his burning gaze—he was staring at her so hard that it gave


    her goosebumps. “Mason!” she called out his name softly. Then, she swallowed with some difficulty.


    “Are you not going to sleep anymore?”


    In response, he slowly lifted his gaze and leaned closer to her face, bit by bit. After that, he


    intermittently kissed her neck, and his voice was hoarse beyond belief as he said, “How can I fall


    asleep after that look you gave me?”


    “Um… Okay then.” J’s face flushed pink suddenly. I have to admit; this man’s sweet-talking skills


    are definitely ranked among the top of all men. I can’t even stand being bombarded by his sweetness,


    even though I’m usually so cold and unfeeling. Observing the smile on his face, she suddenly


    remembered something. Thus, she got up frowningly and waved about the blood-red bracelet on her


    wrist. “What on earth is this? Is this a symbol of the Lowry Family?”


    Compared to what it symbolized, she was more curious about what it was made of. After all, even red


    jade could never achieve such purity. If the color of red jade was as pure as this, it would be worth


    billions. If she discovered something as precious as that, she was going to make another small fortune.


    “Didn’t Henry tell you?” Mason tousled her hair. Under the bright light, he pushed her hair behind her


    ears and wrapped his arm around her slim waist. Then, he hoarsely said, “It’s blood-infused jade.”