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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 242

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 242

Staring at him, she realized that his eyes revealed a mix of uncertainty, questioning as well as pity. “I guess so,” she answered seriously with narrowed eyes.

At that moment, he hit the brakes and asked her in a solemn tone, “I’ll ask Henry to save me two tickets. Will you come with me?”

With him? she thought and then rejected his invite while shaking her head, “No.”

The second she rejected him, the hope and fireworks in his eyes died out.

“I already agreed to go with my friends,” she explained, raising her brows. “That’s why I can’t go with you.”

He glanced at her and saw in her shining dark gaze that she didn’t seem to be lying. That’s good; that’s enough, he told himself. At once, the hope in his eyes reignited and he whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you by the exit when the show is over!”

Surprised, she acknowledged coolly, “Alright.”

A few seconds later, he stopped the car on the side of the road again and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. “Save me two tickets for the live show of ‘Heaven on Earth’,” he said to Henry over the phone before hanging up. Chuckling, he told her in a serious tone, “I’ll pass the ticket to you once I get it.”

From the corner of her eyes, she saw his handsome profile and said calmly, “Okay.” Seeing that it was almost dinner time, she knew that it was about time she headed home. And so, she told him, “I have to go home now.” Although she was expressionless, upon closer inspection, she was actually palpitating.

“Alright, I’ll send you home,” he offered in his husky voice.

After he stopped his car at the yard of the Jackson’s house, she gestured with her hands to tell him to go quickly so that her family wouldn’t discover him. The way they were acting seemed as though they were having an affair and she felt really bummed.

At seven o’clock, Janet returned to her room on the second floor after dinner. Just then, her phone rang and she picked it up.

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