Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 55

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 55

Mr. Rodriguez frowned. “What are you going to be busy with?”

Emily explained, “Sir, I need to participate in the finals for the painting competition on this Wednesday, so…”

Upon hearing her words, he was shocked. “Emily, are you saying that you are in the finals for the Summer Painting Competition? Is this genuine?”

“Sir, that’s old news and you didn’t know about it? What Emily said is true. She’s really outstanding; she’s good in everything.”

“Emily is really responsible and she excels in everything! She’s also pretty. I’m envious of her.”

“Unlike Janet, who is unwilling to bring honor to our class.”

“I don’t think that she’s unwilling to do so; she’s just afraid to humiliate herself. After all, we all know how she achieved her results.” All the students expressed their opinions one after another.

Emily couldn’t suppress her cold smile, but she pretended to be calm while uttering, “Don’t say these kinds of words! Janet has never joined a competition like this, so it’s only natural for her to temporarily feel out of place. I’m only qualified to join the finals for the painting competition and I won’t necessarily emerge as the winner.”

Mr. Rodriguez’s eyes widened—he was a tad bit astonished by Emily, who was impressive. “You don’t need to join the preliminary competition, then. After all, everyone knows how well you score in math papers. Try your best for the competition and strive to become the champion for the painting competition.”

Emily nodded while beaming. “Thank you, sir!”

After class, the students flocked to surround her. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Emily, try your best for the painting competition!”

“Emily, you are really impressive. It’s a pity that I’m not talented in painting. If I know how to draw, I’ll definitely become your disciple!”

As she listened to the students flattering her, she deliberately glanced at Janet and noticed that she was spacing out in a corner, looking pitiful.

However, the more pitiful Janet looked, the happier Emily was.

Emilt faked a smile again. “Stop flattering me. You guys are pressuring me!”

In fact, she was certain that she would win first place in competition. What pressure will I feel? How is a small competition like this difficult for me?

When Gordon saw Emily’s pretentious smile, he looked at Janet. “Janet, how are you able to bear with a hypocrite like her?”

Janet, who was playing games on her phone with a deadpan face, calmly replied, “It’s yet to be confirmed on who will have the last laugh. Just wait and see.”

Emily glanced at Janet again and noticed that the latter talked to him.

I knew that her calmness was merely a facade; she’s probably trembling in fear. Haha! Haha!

When Emily arrived home from school, the dress—which Brian had asked someone to purchase—was also brought back home.

She loved the dress because he had generously bought them the branded version of it. I’ll probably attract everyone’s attention if I wear it to participate in the finals of the painting competition! Her thought was delighting her.

Megan cast a glance at the firmly closed door upstairs and asked Emily to bring the other dress. “Emily, give this to Janet.”

Emily nodded. “I’ll head upstairs now.”

She quickly walked upstairs and arrived in front of the door to Janet’s room before knocking on it, but nobody answered her from inside. Janet isn’t inside?

She checked the hallway and her surroundings. After confirming that there were no maids around, she sneaked into the room.

She opened the door and found nobody inside.

It was the first time that she entered Janet’s room since the latter usually kept her door closed. Hmph, let me see what treasures you have in here.

With both hands buried in her pockets, Emily walked up to the window—a table was placed at the most obvious spot in the room.

On top of the table was some painting materials with a piece of painting that was almost completed.

Emily was puzzled. Janet paints? What’s going on here?

Looking at the painting before her eyes, her heart skipped a beat. It was lifelike and lively—the plum blossoms were stunning and the composition of the painting was flawless, making it an exceptionally beautiful piece of artwork.

Could it be that it was Janet who painted this? Or was this actually bought by her? If she painted this herself, she would certainly have the draft with her.

An idea suddenly popped in her mind—she started to ransack the entire room and finally found a pile of completed paintings in the cabinet of her dressing table.

Every single piece was stunning—there were paintings of animals, people, sceneries and even buildings.

In that instant, another idea flashed across her mind.

She poked her head at the door and looked around, noting that it was quiet outside.

After picking a few pieces, she secretly took them out and tidied the room so that everything looked normal.