Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 667

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 667

Mason calmly asked, “When will you be returning?”

“I’ll be back the day before your birthday party.” Old Madam Lowry giggled. “I wouldn’t want to disturb your romantic time with her.”

He nodded. “Alright.”

After hanging up on the phone, the man removed the last piece of his clothing and walked into the bathroom. In his heart, he asked, I wonder whether Jan would be willing to make an appearance.

The next morning in Woodsbury University, Janet was still asleep on her desk before the calls by a group of girls woke her up.

She lifted her eyes and stoically stared at Bethany, who stood in front of her. With a flat voice, she asked, “What is it?”

“Here you go—I’m returning your ointment.” Bethany smiled as she handed a bottle over.

Janet turned toward Bethany’s leg and noticed that she could walk. “Are you feeling better?”

Bethany nodded. “I can walk by myself now but I can’t perform any intense exercises for probably another week.”

Upon listening to her, Janet nodded and placed the ointment on the former’s hand. “Then, you should keep on using it. I still have more with me.”

“Thank you.” Bethany blinked with her round-shaped eyes while she asked cheerfully. “Can you tell me where to buy these?”

Abby joined them and she babbled, “All these are made by Janet herself. It’s priceless.”

I see. Bethany responded, “Then, I’ll keep this one.”

“You’re welcome,” Janet replied with an emotionless tone.

Suddenly, the sound of a girl was heard outside. “Janet, someone is here for you.”

Meanwhile, the words ‘I threw it’ continued to repeat itself in Kara’s mind while she stood in the same place.

A while later, she calmed herself down and stared at Janet’s back in a daze. I really am stupid. I can’t believe I’m actually here to ask for her draft. Without mentioning whether she actually designed that dress for the performance last night, how could someone who treats her draft so sloppily draw something that beautiful?

As she let out a faint laugh, her face was filled with sarcasm.

Now that the performance had officially ended, it was time for the mock examination of Woodsbury University in the evening.

During the evening break, everyone from the medical school anxiously waited for the mock examination.

“F*ck! When I walked past the principal’s office earlier, I accidentally heard Miss Hogan casually mentioning that the mock examination was prepared by Markovia’s Medical Research Institution.”

“The Markovia’s Medical Research Institution? Oh no! Don’t scare me.”

“Why would I scare you? That’s what the principal said. Also, Dr. Fernandaz from Markovia has also arrived in Sandfort City.”