A week later, Sharon finally settled down.It was a small city, far from the prosperity of the South City.
And without the urbanization, it still retained its foot bridges and running streams, offering a different
view.
The neighbors also took care of each other, making it quite livable.
When she called Tiffany, Tiffany was very surprised and did not understand why she suddenly left.
After the divorce, Sharon always wanted to live in a place where no one knew her.
But it had been delayed by all sorts of things.
Jameson offered her a reason to escape this time, and she finally made up her mind.
It was a good place with fresh air and bright sunshine.
Everyone here was warm and kind.
She had also communicated with Lance.
If there were any problems with her work, he could contact her on the phone.
Fortunately, she was only responsible for the design and she could send the electronic files directly.
However, Sharon did not know how long this leisure and quiet life could last.
She knew very well that it would be easy for Jameson to find her.
Jameson didn't destroy her.
Perhaps the last remaining kindness had awakened Jameson conscience.
Sharon liked to sit on the bench by the river in the afternoon, watching the setting sun fell and then
slowly walking back.
The landlord was an old lady with an odd temper.
She looked like a middle-aged woman, but always dressed like she was in her seventies or eighties.
Unsmiling and cold, she wasn't fond of square dancing like others.
She would read financial newspaper every day.
Although Sharon was a little curious, she had never asked.
The landlord lived on the first floor while she was on the second.
It could be said that they did not disturb each other.
After returning, Sharon asked, "Charlotte, I bought a bouquet of flowers.Is there a vase for those
flowers?"
"In the courtyard.Help yourself."
The cold female voice came from the room.
There were many small bottles and jars in the small courtyard.
Sharon found a suitable one for her flowers and poured some water.
Charlotte walked out with a tray and said, "It's your food.Get it yourself.’ Sharon smiled and said,
"Thank you."
Although they signed the contract with the rule of no-interference each other, Charlotte would prepare
the meal for Sharon when she cooked.
Sitting at the dining table, Sharon licked her lips and praised sincerely, "Charlotte, it tastes really
delicious."
Charlotte glanced at her and said, "You are the first person saying that I cook well."
"What? But it is indeed delicious."
Sharon took a sip of fish soup and said, "If anyone says your food is not tasty, I will be the first to
disagree."
Charlotte laughed silently, "My son said my cooking is terrible and he would rather eat the bark.I didn't
expect you would speak highly of it."
What a jerk!
"Does your son come back often?"Sharon asked casually.
Charlotte paused for a moment and said, "I haven't seen him for many years."
"Years go by, and your cooking must be improved a lot.If your son eats the food you cook now, he will
definitely not say such words."
Charlotte smiled and said self-deprecatingly, "Forget it.He won't praise my cooking.He hates me.How
could he eat the food I cooked?"
Sharon slightly shook her head, "No, there is no deep hatred between the mother and son.Even if there
is any misunderstanding, it can be resolved."
Now that she was pregnant, Sharon could really understand a mother's love for her kid.
There was no mother in the world who didn't want her child to be good, and she could sacrifice
everything for her baby.
"How could you know that?" Charlotte said.
"I just know that."
"Then why did you run away from home? Didn't you quarrel with your parents?" Sharon paused for a
few seconds.
Charlotte turned her gaze away and said, "I'm just saying.It's alright if you don't want to say it."
"I didn't quarrel with my parents.My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to my little brother.I
was so little then that forgot what she looked like.I didn't run away from home.I just wanted to live in a
new environment, Sharon said with a smile.
Charlotte served her another bowl of fish soup, "Alright, let it go.Enjoy the meal.’
At night, lying on the bed and staring at the bright moonlight outside the window, Sharon was unable to
sleep.
She suddenly realized that she seemed to have forgotten something very important.
Sharon took out her phone card from the drawer and hesitated for a long time before dialing a number.
The phone was picked up at the end of the ringing and she said softly, "Mr.Proctor, it's me."
"Go ahead."
The man's voice was somewhat hoarse and sleepy.
It was obvious that he had been roused from his sleep.
Sharon grabbed the quilt and waiting for the coming mockery.
"Mr.Proctor, I know that I broke the agreement between us, but I promise that I will never appear in
front of you again.I want to beg you about my younger brother..."
"What are you begging me for?"
Sharon gritted her teeth and said, "I know I am shameless to ask for that, but I think Mr.Proctor would
agree."
On the other end of the phone, Jameson sneered, "You know that you are shameless.Then how could
you say such words?"
"You misunderstood me about the designer competition three years ago.Mr.Proctor, I know you are
regretful after getting the truth.That's why the Proctor Group would support a designer from Lumiere
Jewelry.I would give up the opportunity.If you really want to make up for it, then..."
Jameson interrupted her, "Didn't you reject it before?"
Sharon was lying through her teeth, "I didn't know your good intentions then, but now I understand.As a
bigger person, I hope you wont argue with a person like me."
Jameson said after a moment of silence, "You know yourself well.You are shameless enough."
Sharon pursed her lips and did not refute,"Then you agree?"
Jameson said indifferently, "Agree or not agree, it is a question."
Sharon was speechless.
Could this jerk make it clear? Very quickly, Jameson said, "Sharon, if you call me at midnight next time,
don't expect me to agree to any of your requests."
She quickly said, "Sorry, it's my fault."
"Anything else?"
Sharon looked out of the window and said after a few seconds, "It's fine.Bye, Mr.Proctor.Have a good
dream."
Before she hung up the phone, Jameson's voice sounded, "Don't you curse me to die without children
this time?"
The jerk was quite vengeful.
She smiled and said, "What do you mean? How can I curse you? I wish you a long life and you would
live happily with your children and grandchildren..."
Jameson hung up on her.
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