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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 303

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 303

Mason’s thin lips curled into a thin smile. He stared at his phone while fighting the urge to make the first move but in the end, he dialed Janet’s phone number.

“Babe, I miss you very much,” a deep and sensual voice greeted Janet over the phone.

Janet was busy packing her things in her bedroom, and so she slowed down slightly when she heard Mason’s voice. She gasped before answering him, “Me too…” However, she changed her mind mid-sentence and said, “Have you had lunch?”

His voice was light and casual when he answered her, “Yes, I have had lunch. What are you doing?”

Hearing Janet’s light panting, he used up every ounce of willpower he had not to hang up on the phone call and dash to the Jackson Residence right now to kiss Janet hard on her lips.

Janet glanced at the things scattered across her room and she answered truthfully, “I’m packing to move out.”

“Move out?” Mason’s tone turned icy cold immediately. “Did they chase you out?”

“No.”

After explaining the entire situation to Mason, Janet suddenly heard him instructing someone on the other end of the line, “Clean and tidy up the room opposite mine immediately.”

Janet was stumped when she heard that, and she tightened her grip on her clothes reflexively. She commented awkwardly, “I didn’t say that I want to stay over at your place…”

“I said that,” answered Mason firmly, and he sounded delighted.

Janet cleared her throat lightly, and her cheeks reddened. She couldn’t even string a complete sentence together. “I-I have things to attend to. That’s all for now.”

With that, she pressed the ‘End Call’ button with her long and slender finger.

On the other hand, Mason stared at his phone record with the words ‘Young Lady’, and he just couldn’t hide his tender and loving smile.

I was racking my brain trying to think of an excuse to get Janet here. Who would have expected the Jacksons to be so helpful this time?

On the second floor bedroom in Jackson Residence, Emily was trying on the necklace Rebecca bought her, and she looked especially happy. “Rebecca, how do I look?”

Rebecca knew her way around pairing accessories and had a keen eye on picking and pairing them. Nevertheless, it was undeniable that this set of limited edition necklace looked especially great on Emily.

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