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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1122

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1122

I Want to Eat Sweets

Looking at Janet’s determined back figure, Brian couldn’t help but feel a little upset. From the way she

asked about Grandma Jade, he knew that she was not initially a cold-hearted person. As to why Janet

acted so distant toward them, it was their own doings. At this point, they could only try to make it up to

her gradually. It was what they had owed her.

By the time Janet was back in the bedroom, she saw that Mason was getting up from the bed.

“Lie down!” Immediately, she chastised him as she walked to his side.

Mason was sitting upright on the edge of the bed and his mesmerizing doe eyes didn’t sparkle like they

used to. Currently, his eyes were droopy as he gave her a piteous look. “I was looking for you. Where

did you go?”

Seeing how aggrieved he was, she couldn’t help but feel her heart soften. “Where can I go?”

“Let me see. Is your fever getting better?” As she asked, she reached out to touch his forehead. It was

still quite warm. Thus, he still needed antipyretics.

“Babe.” He held her hand that was reaching for the phone before saying, “Don’t worry. I’m already

better.”

With a frown, she gently slapped his hand off before refuting unhappily. “What are you talking about?

You’re still having a fever.”

It didn’t take long before the bedroom door was knocked on. The maid had brought the antipyretic

medicine over.

Just as Janet was about to stand up to get the medicine, Mason wrapped his arms around her waist

like a child throwing a tantrum. His grip on her was tight and firm as if he wouldn’t let her go no matter

what.

Left with no choice, she could only gesture for the maid to leave the medicine on the table.

Tsk-tsk, will you look at that? The usually stoic and serious Mr. Lowry is acting like a child when he has

a fever. How childish!

Seeing that, she didn’t know how to react. Nonetheless, she could guess that she would have acted

similarly when she was drunk. He was always the one who took care of her. Now, it was one of the rare

chances for him to rely on her. Although she didn’t like the idea of being a babysitter, for some reason,

she quite liked how she felt now.

“Bring me an ice pack,” she said blandly while glancing at the maid.

Hearing that, the maid nodded before heading downstairs to retrieve the ice pack.

As Mason rarely caught fevers, the times that he’d get to be taken care of were close to none. Now that

he had experienced being taken care of by Janet, he secretly wished that he could stay sick longer.

“Eat the medicine,” she ordered as she helped to pull him up.

Looking at the medicine in front of him, he hesitated for a moment before taking it over. The moment it

was put into his mouth, he could taste a slight bitterness, but it wasn’t horrible.

Looking at his reaction, she asked curiously, “Is it bitter?”

At this moment, he pouted and gave her a piteous look again. “Very.”

Hearing his answer, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Her eyes crinkled as she teased, “This

kind of medicine is at most just slightly bitter.”

Despite getting his cover blown, he still insisted. “It’s very bitter. I don’t care. I want to eat sweets.”

“Sweets?” She pursed her lips before she continued, “Where––”

Before she could say another word, her vision suddenly turned blurry. Just then, her lips were sealed

with Mason’s. Though she knew that he was just putting up an act, she still felt bad for him. After all,

people with fever would typically spend a few days sleeping it away as they recovered.

Therefore, she didn’t bother to resist him. She let him kiss her as he pleased before she asked, “Do

you like your sweets?”

“I love it. It’s very sweet.” His eyes crinkled as a smile adorned his lips. It seemed that he could have

more of it even.

At this moment, his deep, attractive eyes were beaming at her. With that, her cheeks turned a shade of C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

pink as she prepared to get up to refill some water.

As she was about to stand up, the maid entered the room.

“Ma’am.” The maid placed the ice pack and a bowl of porridge on the table. She then said courteously,

“As ordered by Old Madam Lowry, I prepared a bowl of porridge for Young Master. I’ll leave it here.”

A frown had formed on Mason’s forehead as his face remained expressionless. Meanwhile, Janet

offered a smile as she acknowledged. “Alright.”

“Old Madam Lowry had also asked the kitchen staff to prepare your favorite dishes. Would you like to

come down and eat?” In this instance, the maid was speaking to Janet.

Picking up the bowl on the table, Janet replied, “No. You can tell Old Madam Lowry to go ahead with

her meal first. I’ll head downstairs later.”