Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 27

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 27

Mason couldn’t help but raise his brows slightly, suddenly feeling impulsive deep down inside. It was a bizarre sensation because it had been years since he last felt something like that.

He thought he had already successfully banished those emotions which could take a toll on his rational thinking. Little did he know, this young woman just made him experience something he had not felt for a very long time.

“My instinct told me so,” Janet remarked, a nonchalant expression on her face.

“Well, my instinct tells me we should be together.” Mason squinted his long and slanted eyes as he curled the corners of his lips into a crafty smile.

Staring at the man who rarely smiled, Janet thought of the thing she had been wanting to tell him. As he looked very attractive when he smiled, she wanted to stop him from smiling too often; otherwise he might just make girls fall in love with him, yet at the same time, break their hearts by not dating any of them.

“Young Master Mason!” Sean approached him and whispered something into his ear.

Realizing that she shouldn’t disturb them, Janet left after saying goodbye. Looking at her back which was slowly vanishing into the darkness, the gentleness in Mason’s eyes disappeared in an instant when he asked Sean, “Did you find anything?”

Sean answered in a respectful tone, “Young Master Mason, Miss Janet was attacked near her house by a group of assassins from M Group in Sandfort City.”

“M Group?” Mason narrowed his long eyes slightly in contemplation. Since he had never heard of it, he supposed it was a newly established organization which must be desperate to do anything for money. “Where are those assassins now?”

Sean answered him truthfully, “We’ve captured and locked them up in Mason Vault.”

Upon hearing, Mason parted his lips slightly and instructed, “Let’s go.”

…

It was a chilly night that evening. Suddenly, the door of one of the underground cells in Mason Vault was kicked open with an ear-splitting sound, echoing throughout the entire underground space. The black trench coat Mason was wearing fitted his tall and muscular body well and gave him an icy and bleak aura that made him look like the Grim Reaper.

“Young Master Mason!” The assassins’ eyes lit up with hope the moment they recognized the pair of mysterious and cold eyes. “Young Master Mason, please help us!”