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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 977

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 977

He chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be good tonight.”

Janet looked away shyly. “Alright,” she answered quietly.

It was late at night and he merely held her tightly in his arms without doing anything.

Janet’s lips parted and she suddenly voiced out her curiosity. “Have you been busy for the past few days?”

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Mason kept quiet without answering her.

She asked again, “Are you still investigating the previous incident?”

Mason did not utter a word and he remained silent. However, he caressed her hair softly this time, as though trying to sooth her.

Janet frowned slightly and she tried to get up. She lay on her stomach, her front propped up slightly as she observed the man beside her. “Why aren’t you answering me?”

He kissed her cheeks and tried to be patient while restraining himself. “Babe, you don’t need to know.”

Janet’s eyes flashed slightly in a menacing manner.

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When he saw how angry she was, Mason couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Babe, just leave it all to me. You don’t need to know, alright?”

As her man, I am already incompetent for not being able to protect her well. Hence, I would just be a failure as a man if I were to add to her worries by telling her about these issues. Mason was adamant on keeping the secret and he refused to tell her anything.

Janet had no choice, so she finally let out a bitter laugh while looking at him. “Fine. In that case, will you tell me what you plan to do after this?”

Mason pressed his lips together and after a long pause, he finally answered her, “Don’t worry, Babe—I have a plan.”

Janet raised her brows at him. “Why did that person target you? Have you found out about that too?”

Mason shook his head. “I am not sure which identity of mine has ended up as a target.” It is just a gamble that it’s my identity as Peter Welch.

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