Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 686


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 686


    The first dress featured a thigh-high slit; the second one had an open waist design; the third dress


    came with a halter design; the fourth dress had a V-neckline that plunged all the way to the belly


    button.


    While the man found that the fourth dress was borderline grant, he held back from making a remark.


    However, by the time his eyesnded on the fifth dress, his jaw dropped.


    The mermaid dress was tailored to entuate a ttering hourss figure with a bodice that was


    designed to entuate a woman’s bosom. Just the mere thought of it made him cross his legs in an


    attempt to hide any physical reaction in the lower half of his body.


    He would much rather be the only person to see her in those kinds of dresses. If she were to appear in


    the same garment in front of hundreds of others, there was no guarantee that he could keep his head—


    he could lose control and detonate the venue in which the banquet would be held. She had already


    pushed his buttons once with the dress that she wore for the previous New Year’s Eve performance; he


    did not want it to happen again.


    When Mason did not respond, J opened her eyes and let her gaze fall on the drawing. She then


    yfully teased, “I think all the designs are pretty great, but the fifth one with the mermaid-cut is


    impressive!”


    Upon hearing her words, White Python nodded and acknowledged, “I’ll make arrangements with the


    company’s fashion designer and have her make the dress for you.”


    “She won’t be making anything,” Mason interjected coldly with a deep and ominous voice. He clenched


    his fist around the drawing, effectively crumpling it.


    At the sight of that, White Python took several steps back. His face was twisted into a look of mute


    despair. He lifted his eyes and saw the mischievous look on J’s face before realizing that he had


    fallen into her trap. He shuddered as he thought, How could she be so sinister? She’sying snares in


    her words!


    “You can leave now.” J calmly addressed White Python as she assessed his face with an impish


    gleam in her eyes. After he left, she let out a smallugh and mused. “I was only joking.” For Heavens’


    sake, why is he getting all worked up for?


    Although it slightly cheered her up to see Mason angry like that, she knew it would not do her lungs any


    favor if she was exasperated for the entire day.


    “Hmm?” She could hear the smirk in his voice that only made him sound more seductive and he leaned


    closer to her. His warm breath tickled her neck as he drawled, “Do you like seeing me angry?”


    There was nothing that he could do about the woman in front of him; he often found himself helpless as


    she mercilessly teased him or when she tried to make him jealous every once in a while.


    J retracted her neck and she tried to change the subject. “I do not.” She tucked her legs beneath


    her and picked up her phone while mumbling, “I’ll design my own evening dress for the banquet.” After


    all, there was no time for any of the dresses to be redesigned. Seeing that she was free for the next


    couple of days, she could make good use of her time.


    When Mason saw that she meant what she said, he pursed his lips and stepped away from her. He


    then sternly ordered, “The dress must cover your arms, your thighs, your chest, your waist and your


    back!”


    J blinked in speechlessness. By the sound of it, she was covering her entire body and it would be


    pointless for her toe up with a design. Why should I go through all that trouble when I could easily


    show up in a bup sack instead? She ignored his words and began to sketch the outline of her design


    on her phone.


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    Fifteen minutes had passed before J handed her phone to Mason for him to review the sketching.


    She bit her lip and said, “Take a look at this and see whether the design is up to your taste.” The dress


    that she envisioned had enough concealment and she made sure that it would cover all the important


    bits.


    Mason took the phone. A satisfied look passed over his face as he appraised the design of the


    cheongsam disyed on the screen and he nodded in silent approval. Most of her arms and legs


    would be covered up, so she would neither show too much of her skin nor catch a cold during the


    banquet.


    “I approve it,” Mason dered as the corners of his mouth tipped up into a smile. He paused as a


    sudden realization dawned upon him and he turned to ask. “Isn’t it too fast toe up with a design


    sketch within fifteen minutes?”


    Even the director of Lowry Family Conglomerate’s fashion design department needed half a day to


    come up with a sketch. How is it possible that J can do the same thing in just fifteen minutes?


    “I picked up fashion designing for a while back in the day,” J answered in a flippant tone as she


    leanedzily into the couch.


    Mason smiled ever so slightly at her words. When he gazed at her, his eyes were full of love and


    adoration.