Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 241

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 241

Why is this guy always speaking like an old man? Janet sulked. Frowning, she said indifferently, “I’m strong and healthy so I don’t feel cold at all.”

It was getting close to winter now in Sandfort City and the temperature was dropping day by day. How could she not be cold? he chided silently. Thinking that she was just being stubborn, he grabbed her hands and insisted on warming it up for her.

Janet didn’t resist but pulled back her hands a few seconds later and said stiffly, “Let’s get in the car; many tongues will wag at this!”

Scanning their surroundings, he realized that there were indeed quite a few students loitering about and pointing at them as they whispered to one another. He shot them all a cold, warning glare. As though they had seen Hades himself, the students shifted their eyes and left hurriedly.

In the car, as the warm air encapsulated Janet, she felt her eyes getting heavy and drowsiness overtook her. Narrowing his eyes at her, Mason stretched out a tanned hand and adjusted his jacket on her, worried that she might catch a cold. “Do you want to sleep or eat something first?” he asked in a sexy, husky voice.

Opening her eyes, she looked around and saw students holding piping hot sweet potatoes and milk tea in their hands, which made her want to try the sweet potato in Sandfort City to see if it was any sweeter than the ones from the village. “Uh… I’d like a roasted sweet potato.”

Surprised at her request, he felt helpless as he looked at her with adoration. This young woman is really unexpected. Gently, he told her, “Wait in the car and I’ll get one for you!”

She nodded in reply without a word. As she watched him from behind, a feeling of happiness surged in her heart all of a sudden. In the past eighteen years, besides Morris who doted on her in Markovia for three years, there was no one else who had treated her like this. Cupping her cheeks with her hands, her bright, doe-like eyes flashed with anticipation.

The man returned ten minutes later, striding back on his long legs. Opening the car door, he then carefully passed the sweet potato to her. The hot steam coming from the sweet potato in her hand traveled all the way to warm her heart and she said softly, “Thank you.”