Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 783
Anger flashed in Mason’s eyes when he heard this, but he retained his composure anyway. “The way you drove reminded me of my wife, is all,” he replied flatly then added, “But I can’t say much about your skills, since my wife’s are far superior than yours.”
Janet pushed herself away from her seat and looked at him squarely in the eye. “Oh? So your wife has great driving skills; perhaps I should ask her out for a match.”
“My wife is a proper lady. She doesn’t hang around with questionable people like you.” There was a chill in Mason’s words.
Janet shrugged this off as she mused, “Surely your driving skills are up to par. Let’s race, shall we?”
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“Rose, I don’t think you asked to meet me today just so we could go racing,” Mason said pointedly, his voice cold.
However, Rose was unfazed as she countered with a relentless tease, “Are you not interested in a match at all?”
His gaze darkened as he appraised her, sensing that there was more to her than met the eye. Short of her proposing a collaboration, there was nothing more that Mason would like to say to her. “Why did you ask to meet me here today?” he demanded icily, not wanting to delve further into meaningless small talk with the woman.
She raised a brow and placed both her palms on the table, assessing him with a sultry gaze as she drawled, “I’ll tell you if you race against me.”
“No,” Mason rejected without hesitation. He was already pushing limits just by meeting Rose alone at the teahouse. He would not allow himself to entertain any woman other than Jan, and he certainly would not be provoked by them.
Upon hearing this, Mason snapped out of his thoughts and appeared dazed as he looked at her. He crossed his legs defensively, his gaze flickering as he snapped, “If you insist on a race, I’m afraid I must turn you down. You can go back to wherever the hell you came from!”
“Fine.” Janet was flippant as she waved her hand dismissively. “Since you’re not up for a game, then I won’t pester you. I don’t want you to hate me more than you already do.”
He scoffed and glared at her balefully. “Even if you don’t pester me, the mere mention of your name is enough to make me want to murder you.”
Janet laughed at this and she smirked as she strutted over to him, her hips swaying enticingly. She reached out a hand and slid it over his waist.
Mason stiffened. He looked down at the dainty and porcelain-like hand that was feeling up his waist and his expression grew thunderous. He stood up roughly and pushed her hand away, feeling the rage consume him as he asked in a fearfully cold voice, “Rose, what do you think you’re doing?”
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