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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 566

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 566

Naturally, Janet, Abby, Sharon, and Summer had been assigned to the same dormitory.

Once back in the dormitory, everyone except for Janet plopped down onto their beds like zombies. They remained motionless as they laid there like turtles; it painted a funny but distressful scene!

Struggling to lift her legs, tears streamed down Abby’s face. “Useless. My legs are useless now! We’ll be scolded again during tomorrow’s training!”

Sharon and Summer were crying too. “Those miserable, monstrous instructors. He even criticized us for not running fast enough! Son of a b*tch!”

They had even been smitten by those two instructors earlier!

Feeling helpless, Janet retrieved a mysterious bottle from her bag and handed it to them. “Here. Give it a try!”

Abby was suspicious for a while, but she eventually took it from her.

“Janet, what’s this?” There was nothing written on it.

Janet pursed her lips, then answered, “All-purpose ointment!”

This medicine was very effective against bruises and sprains. Sometimes, it could even be used to relieve muscle ache!

All-purpose ointment?

Abby happily opened the bottle, and the strong scent of herbs wafted out. It was clearly a pure and natural remedy.

“Sharon, Summer, come and use some!” Abby called while waving them over.

Sharon and Summer looked up, then awkwardly ambled over to them.

They even had to use Janet’s medicine. How embarrassing!

Janet crept back into bed and tried to sleep. Her eyes were closed, but somehow, she couldn’t sleep.

Feeling bored, she took out her phone and sent a message to Mason. ‘Can’t sleep!’

The man’s reply came almost a second later. ‘What’s wrong? Not used to the bed there?’

Janet didn’t know what to say. Why isn’t he asleep? Is he thinking about me too?

A hint of suspicion fleeted across Janet’s small face, but she quickly came back to her senses. Biting her lip, she plucked up the courage and sent: ‘Miss me?’

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