Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 653


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 653


    The more they talked about it, the more flustered Sharon became, and her hands shook uncontrobly.


    “You might as well just approve it!” Summer suggested. “Let’s see what he has to say.”


    As a matter of fact, Instructor ck Python was the subordinate of J’s boyfriend, so there really


    wasn’t anywhere she could run. Besides, if she rejected it, then it would be awkward when they


    bumped into each other in the future.


    Staring at the all-ck profile picture, Sharon decided to take Summer’s advice and approved ck


    Python’s friend request. Not even a minuteter, ck Python sent her a message that said ‘Cyrus


    Lloyd’.


    Sharon blinked in confusion. “J, who’s Cyrus Lloyd?”


    When J heard this, her hand movements stopped. She narrowed her eyes and said casually, “I


    think that’s his real name.”


    Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    So, ck Python is just an alias?


    At this moment, the cellphone on the table started to ring. ncing down at it, J picked it up and


    went to a corner to answer it. She leaned against the wallzily.


    “Is school over yet?” The man’s low and captivating voice came through the receiver.


    In response, she hummed sluggishly. Hearing her soft voice, he asked, “What’s wrong? Are you tired?”


    “I’m alright.” She yawned. “The school is organizing some kind of party, and I have to design some


    costumes.”


    “So, are you staying at the Lowry Residence tonight?” the man asked.


    Leaning listlessly against the wall, J muttered in a low voice, “Are you picking me up?”


    There was a few seconds of silence from the other end of the call. After a moment, the man’s deep


    voice rang. “Come outside.”


    “Huh?” J was confused.


    “I’m at the school entrance.”


    J was speechless when she saw a ck car that was parked across the street from the school


    entrance, and the windows had been rolled halfway down. She could faintly see the side of his face in


    the car. His facial contours were perfect and impable.


    Then, J grabbed her design and pens before walking toward the car. As she was walking, Mason


    was also gazing her way.


    “Nopany meeting today?” J opened the door and got in the car.


    Raising his eyebrows, he said in a deep and captivating voice, “Does this answer your question?”


    J was delighted as her lips curved upward. “Mm-hmm.” Then, she held her pen and continued


    drawing.


    “Costume design? Why did they ask you to do it?” Mason’s eyebrow lifted while the corners of his lips


    quirked up. He recalled that she could draw. However, costume design didn’t seem to be exactly the


    same as drawing. After all, costume designing required fabrics and tailoring.


    Squinting, J said calmly, “If I don’t do it, then my ssmates would have to perform on stage


    naked.”


    Upon hearing this, heughed as his gaze fell on her design.


    The final draft was almost done. The costume was all white, backless and had a slit that went up to the


    thigh. Although it was quite revealing, the costume was still elegant. Squinting his eyes that were


    gleaming with menace, he spoke slowly. “You’re not going to perform on stage, right?”


    J shook her head, not understanding why he sounded so sullen. “No.”


    “Hmm.” Mason looked out the window and murmured, “Good.”


    Meanwhile, in a restaurant somewhere in Markovia, a group of upper-ssdies were hosting an


    exquisite high tea event. All the women were seen wearingrge jade rings on their fingers, a crystal


    bracelet on their wrists, and red diamond earrings that were glimmering in the sunlight.