Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 377


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 377


    Abby blinked,pletely unable toprehend the calm expressions of the Beasts.


    Ten minutester, Abby looked toward the direction where the footsteps came from.


    At that moment, she felt like her heart had suddenly halted.


    J was in a dark green dress. The hem of the dress fell right on her knees, revealing her fair,


    smooth legs.


    Nothing special had been done to her hair; it was simply twisted into a chignon, and she looked like a


    serene youngdy from the south.


    Her gaze was calm but glistening, looking like a gorgeous southerndy. But, there was a trace of


    stubbornness evident between her brows—simr to the charm of a northern woman.


    She was exactly like a fairy that came out from a brocade.


    “What’s wrong? Do I look bad?” J nced casually at the dumbstruck people in front of her.


    “You look amazing!” They nodded, finding it hard to speak coherently.


    Once J dressed herself up, there was no one in all of Sandfort City who could bepared to her


    in terms of appearance.


    ……..


    As soon as J entered the Four Seasons Hotel, she caught the eyes of the lobby manager.


    He nced at her for a long time before suddenly recalling the phone call made by his boss earlier this


    morning.


    Instantly, he stepped forward and greeted her with a polite smile. “Are you guys here for the ss


    reunion?” The lobby manager was calm, and there was nothing from his behavior that suggested


    otherwise.


    “Yeah. We’ve booked the room. It’s Room 403.” Nodding, Abby proceeded, “Our friends are already


    waiting for us there!”


    Upon hearing that, the manager let out a chuckle. “Actually, the room you booked earlier has been


    upgraded to the VIP room. There will be a lobby boy who will be taking you there in a moment!”


    “Really?” Excitement shed through Abby’s eyes, but she hesitated for a while. “How much does it


    cost for the upgrade?”


    Of course, it would be nice if she could book the VIP room. She bet the set courses would be delicious.


    But… she was afraid that the price would be uneptable.


    She heard that the presidential suite in this hotel cost millions just for one night.


    “You don’t have to pay. Someone has paid the bill.” The lobby manager smiled and he signaled a waiter


    to show them the way.


    When the students from ss F met up, the group dived into a chatter.


    “I wonder who’s the one that upgraded us to the VIP room?”


    “How unbelievable! Doing us a good deed in secret!”


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    Curling up her lips, J pointed toward the dessert on the table. “Hey girl, isn’t that your favorite?”


    Following the direction where J’s finger was pointing, Abby looked over. tes of strawberry


    mousse and Oreo mousse were ced on the table.


    She gulped, and her eyes zed. “J, I’m gonna stop talking. I’ll go eat something first!”


    As J looked at Abby who was acting like a starving kitten, her lips pursed.


    There were some people ying games and chatting in the middle of the room.


    Suddenly, the door was pushed ajar.


    The lobby manager walked in with a string of waiters.


    The waiters were pushing food carts; there was a variety of seafood, desserts, steaks, red wines, and


    other dishes.


    Fancy dishes on all eight food carts?


    Everyone present at the scene was dumbfounded.


    But, the lobby manager shed them a friendly smile and said, “Please enjoy!”


    “Hey! Something’s wrong! We didn’t order any of these dishes. May I ask what’s happening right now?”


    Someone in the room grabbed the lobby manager’s arm and asked with a puzzled expression.


    Someone then noticed the brand of the red wine and he eximed, “Romani.”


    One of the top red wines in the world.


    This type of red wine was very expensive. It was over a hundred thousand just for one bottle. It would


    be millions for those seven or eight bottles that they brought in. But the thing was, none of them knew


    how to drink.


    Why would they have dared to order it?


    However, the gentle smile on the lobby manager’s face did not fade. Instead, his eyes met J.


    “Enjoy your meal, Miss Jackson!”


    Everyone was bewildered. Did J order these?


    When they looked toward J in search of an answer, J was only shaking her head innocently,


    saying that she didn’t know what was happening either.


    “Maybe the lobby manager found our Boss pretty, so he decided to give us a free treat!” Dexter


    whispered from the side.