Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 648

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 648

With that, Janet walked toward the black Rolls-Royce.

“Miss Jackson.”

When Janet was close to the car, she suddenly heard a deep voice and she stopped in her tracks.

“Why are you here?”

With both hands on the wheel, Black Python casually replied, “Young Master Mason has a meeting to attend, so I’m here to drive you home.”

“Tsk. I thought that I was hallucinating,” Janet said with a smirk.

Black Python gives me the impression that he doesn’t like doing easy tasks like this, so why is he here to pick me up today?

Janet pursed her lips and asked, “Sean is usually the one who picks me up. Is he busy with work today?”

“Oh!” Black Python replied, but he didn’t explain.

His hands on the steering wheel were trembling, but it soon stopped.

Along the way, Black Python glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time, as if he had something to say.

Seeing this, Janet shook her head helplessly and smiled.

Black Python is usually resolute and vigorous. Why is he so hesitant today?

“If you have a question, just ask and focus on driving after you get your answer.” Janet looked out the window as her fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest.

A gleam appeared in Black Python’s eyes. Then, he stuttered as he asked, “A-Are you the only one who has a boyfriend in your friend group?”

“Well… Let me think,” Janet replied as she glanced at him meaningfully.

All of a sudden, her phone started ringing.

Janet frowned when she saw the caller ID, but she still answered the phone.

After the person on the other end of the phone finished speaking, she replied, “Okay, I understand. I’ll be there in a bit.”

After Janet hung up the phone, she looked at Black Python, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, and said, “Take me to the Great Pavilion restaurant.”

At the restaurant, Janet sat at the dining table with her legs crossed as she looked at the old man sitting opposite her lazily.

“I really need your help this time.” The old man raised his eyebrows and said, “We have to be cruel and scare the students at the medical school of Woodsbury University!”

Every year, all the schools in Woodsbury University would conduct a thorough mock examination and competition one week after the opening of the semester.

Markovia’s Traditional Medical Research Institution was one of the most recognized institutes in the world, so the Education Bureau had contacted the institution and asked Neal to prepare the questions for the Woodsbury University’s medical school. Janet looked at Neal and smiled, “Dr. Harding, I’m a student of Woodsbury University’s medical school. Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to ask me to come up with questions for the mock examination?”