Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 276

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 276

At 7.00PM, Janet exited the bathroom after taking a bath and dried her hair with a hairdryer before making herself comfortable on the bed to play with her phone.

Suddenly, the screen showed that there was an incoming phone call before a sharp ringtone immediately pierced the silence.

She regained her senses after a moment and answered the call, “What’s wrong?”

“Are you free tonight?” The man’s low, sexy voice was heard from the other side of the phone.

She was silent for a while before calmly replying, “Yeah.”

“Come out. I’m downstairs.”

Janet was rendered speechless. He’s already here yet he still asked me if I’m free?

After a few minutes, she slipped out through her window.

Although the spring night’s scenery was not satisfactory, it was now already dark outside. Warm lights were switched on amidst the silent streets.

When Janet was outside, she spotted the luxurious car from afar.

Upon seeing her, Mason immediately exited the car to greet her.

As she sat in the back seat, she slowly opened her mouth to ask, “Where are we going?”

He entered the car from the other side before answering, “To purchase something.”

Upon hearing that, she raised her brows. “What is the thing that you need to get it yourself?”

The man lowered his head to admire her stunning and enchanting expression before raising his lips and replied in a deep voice, “Your birthday present.”

Janet gazed at the man’s handsome features and raised her brows. “How did you know when my birthday is?”

“By the time we first met, details about you had already arrived at my hands.” Mason’s eyes were dark, resembling a deep well in the dark night while quietly and fervently looking at her.

Since he was forthcoming, she did not pursue the matter even further.

“What do you want?” The man’s dark gaze switched to the scenery outside the window before landing on somewhere as he asked in a low voice.

Janet’s cold eyes turned to the window on her side before looking down. “There’s nothing that I want.”

Upon hearing her reply, his sculptured fingers tapped on the car window. After contemplating for a few seconds, he instructed Sean, who was in the driver seat, “Head to Paris Paradise.”

Paris Paradise, in short, was a woman’s paradise as it not only sold various branded purses, but also top designer gowns.

Upon hearing his words, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips. That’s also fine—since it has been some time since I last bought a gown.

It was around 8.00PM by the time they arrived at Paris Paradise.

Mason exited the car and caught a glimpse of the gown being displayed in one of the glass cabinets at the front of the shop from the corner of his eyes. The crimson gown, which was displayed in the cabinet, immediately grabbed his attention. This gown will certainly look great on Janet.

He turned away, but his eyes gradually darkened with a hint of indescribable desire, causing him to involuntarily grip her hand.

After being startled by his sudden action of holding her hand, she raised her brows and impassively asked, “What are you doing?”

Janet’s voice snapped Mason out of his daze and caused him to lower his head before he stared at her.

She had slightly raised her head and he vaguely saw the veins under her fair skin at her neck amidst the darkness, arousing his urge to bite it and draw her blood for them to be one.

He stared at her as if she was his prey, which made her hair stand on end, so she quickly followed the light and walked to the designer clothing store.

The moment she stepped into the store, the sales people noticed her attire and didn’t approach to serve her.

The next second, a tall, muscular man was seen walking to her.

The sales people were stunned at the sight of him—the man had a tall and sturdy build that resembled a large tree while his deep dark eyes were sharp and stern, making him resemble a deity that came from somewhere.

Their eyes instantly brightened and they approached them.

“Hello and welcome! Are you guys looking for a suit for this young man or a gown for this young lady?” The salesperson immediately greeted them with enthusiasm.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“A gown.” As he spoke, he turned and headed toward the display cabinet to look at the gown that he was interested in after a mere glance when he was outside earlier.

The salesperson followed him from behind and passionately uttered, “Sir, you have a great taste! This gown is a new piece that was airflown from Italy last night. It is made of satin, which feels soft and comfortable. It is the best fabric type to make a gown.”