Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1135

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1135

Never Been So Out of Control Before

Sheldon’s body froze on the other end of the phone while his face turned pale.

He said, “M-Miss Jackson, how do you know that Melissa’s employer was Corey Hills?”

Janet didn’t answer but ordered instead, “Just tell me.”

Her voice was like an ice cellar in winter—cold, piercing, and terrifying.

It was as if there was a huge and invisible sense of oppression looming over him.

Even people of Sheldon’s status could feel scared.

In the face of this person he was once fond of, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her no matter how much he wanted to because he knew the danger that might ensue if it was revealed.

Hence, he refused. “Miss Jackson, please forgive me. I really can’t reveal anything regarding the internal affairs.”

When Janet heard Sheldon’s answer, there was a bit of bloodthirst in her eyes. She continued to say coldly, “I have to know today, and if you don’t tell me, your small company with the market value of tens of billions will be gone with the wind. Not only that, but also your sister… father…”

Janet’s voice became even lower, especially in her last sentence that included ‘sister’ and ‘father’—it was almost as if she hissed it through her gritted teeth. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sheldon was not sure why Janet was so stubborn and wanted to know, but if it really came to that, the Fuller Corporation would still be gone in no time even if he had the support of a councilman.

Janet’s methods were known to the whole world.

He took a deep breath and said solemnly, “I will tell you, but I beg of you to keep this a secret.”

Janet’s pupils shrank as she listened to the content over the phone.

The veins on her forehead throbbed, and she held the phone so tightly that her fingernails were turning white.

A girl like her, who had always been calm, had never been so out of control before…

She heard all the contents of the phone when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

So, Janet quickly hung up the phone.

“You’re done showering?” She looked up at Mason.

He nodded while wiping his hair with the towel hanging around his neck and asked lightly, “Who were you talking to on the phone just now?”

The water was so loud that he couldn’t hear her.

He only heard something about sister and father.

Janet only lightly acknowledged it and replied with a blank face, “My classmates said something about her sister and father just now, so I chimed in as well.”

Hearing her answer, Mason nodded and was about to go downstairs to pour some coffee.

Janet looked at his back. All of a sudden, she stood up, then walked over and took his hand. “Go downstairs after drying your hair. I’m not thirsty.”

Mason’s heart softened as he chuckled lightly. “Who said that I was pouring it for you?”

Knowing that he was joking with her, Janet did not get angry. She just wanted to help the man dry his hair.

“Let me do it,” she grabbed the towel and said gently. “I’ve never helped you dry your hair, right?”

Mason felt comfortable being served by her little hands; the corner of his lips curled, and he said while feeling a little aggrieved, “So you know. You have no conscience at all.”

Janet’s eyes dimmed, and she replied softly, “Yeah. So I don’t want this to be the last time.”

Hearing that, the man frowned.

Before he could ask her what she meant by that, Janet quickly changed the subject. “I meant to say that I’ll dry your hair for you every day from now on.”

“You’re so nice, Darling!” Mason wrapped his arms around her waist and put her on his lap.

The two stayed silent.

No one spoke, but it felt sweet and warm nonetheless. Somehow, they both preferred the silence.

It wasn’t until his hair was dry that she slowly moved away.

As her gaze moved all the way down, she could soon see the man’s back.

The tattoo was simply majestic.

How nice would it be if we could be like this forever.

His life should be the same as the meaning of this pattern.

“Why didn’t you let me help you shower?” Janet frowned while looking at the tattoo on his back, which was a little red.

Mason smiled coldly and brushed the hair from her forehead. “Darling, I didn’t wash my back. I guess it was accidentally drenched with water, so don’t be angry.”

He just saw her sitting in front of the window, not exactly in the highest of spirits, so he didn’t want to bother her.

However, he didn’t expect her to be so enthusiastic this time.

Janet pondered for a while, then nodded. “Okay. Then I’ll go down to make a cup of coffee and get some ointments. Stay here and don’t move a muscle.”