Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 689


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 689


    J’s slender fingers traced the man’s lips. She smiled; her eyes were like an endless, gentle ocean


    as she whispered, “Happy Birthday, Mason.”


    She wrapped her arms around his waist before snuggling into his embrace.


    Under the moonlight, his thin lips curved upward, making him look like a devilish and rogue person.


    It was before sunrise when Mason stirred from his sleep the next morning.


    As his eyes fluttered open, his gaze fell on the girl who was nestled in his arms. “Good morning, J,”


    he muttered softly.


    With that, he ced a light kiss on the corner of her lips.


    J was awakened by the warmth of the kiss. As she slowly opened her eyes, she greeted the


    indolent, roguish man staring at her, “Good morning.”


    “Go and wash up. We’ll head over to the banquet hall after this.”


    The banquet was tonight, but they needed to make their way there now so that the stylists could begin


    the process of makeup.


    She nodded. Then, she crawled out of bed to head into the bathroom.


    Meanwhile, it was bing lively downstairs in the Lowry Residence.


    Everyone huddled together as they discussed the details of the banquet while keeping their voices


    hushed despite their excitement.


    “I heard that many of the big bosses in the industry will be attending the banquet tonight.”


    “Well, if the guest list on Sean’s table is anything to go by, then you’re right. We all saw the names—


    five pages of them!”


    “What about J’Adore, who is rumored to be Young Master Mason’s girlfriend? Will she attend the


    banquet as well?”


    “I certainly don’t think she would be that shameless! Since Old Madam Lowry will be there as well, the


    woman ought to stay away if she knows what’s good for her.”


    “That’s what I think as well. We should inform Old Madam Lowry if we see her at the event!”


    “Yes, that’s right. She ought to take a look in the mirror—where did she even get the confidence to woo


    Young Master Mason?”


    “Poor Miss Jackson—she still doesn’t know about this, does she?”


    At that moment, a cold voice broke through the maids’ chatter. “What are you all talking about?”


    J was dressed and she was slowly making her way down the stairs.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Upon hearing her voice, the maids mped their mouths shut and swallowed convulsively, fearing that


    she could have overheard them.


    “N-Nothing,” they stammered as they slowly lifted their eyes.


    They were shocked when they saw the figure before them; it felt as if someone had forced the air out of


    their lungs.


    The teal-colored cheongsam had featured intricately-woven water lilies with a cut that entuated


    J’s slender frame and a delicate cor which surrounded the graceful curve of her neck. The attire


    gave her sensuality a touch of dignity.


    “You look absolutely beautiful in the dress, Miss Jackson!”


    “I didn’t think the dress was specialst night when I saw it, but I was wrong! It looks breathtaking on


    you!”


    “My goodness! I feel like I’m looking at a piece of art!”


    “Oh, my Lord. Old Madam Lowry will be over the moon when you show up in this!”


    While everyone could tell that J was not wearing any makeup, the dress that she wore had been


    borately crafted so that they did not pay any attention to any other attributes that shecked.


    The maids were sure that she would not lose out even if she were to run into the vixen—J’Adore.


    However, even as J listened to their praises, her face remained stoic.


    She was used to hearingpliments like that, making her impervious to their effect.


    At that moment, a man was descending the staircase—he was dressed in a crisp white blouse and a


    ck coat with a subtle golden lining.


    It was clear that he did not put much effort into knotting his tie. His hair appeared to be slightly tousled


    as well, but there was something curated about his look that one could not help but wonder whether he


    had done it on purpose.


    Mason raised his brow, which only made him look more devilish and charming.


    Goodness! It is like these two beautiful people are made for each other! If only that vixen, J’Adore, did


    note in between them, the maids thought wistfully.


    Suddenly, there was a loud honk that came from outside the front door.


    They nced out and saw one luxury car after another driving toward the house.