Never could Sharon have thought that he would see the piece of paper that she had torn off.Her face
immediately turned red, and she was on no ground to refute it.
Jameson said indifferently, "Where are your excuses?"
After holding back for a long time, Sharon said, "It's ...for my practice!!"
Actually, even herself didn't believe what she said.
However, that jerk was wired differently.
Perhaps he would buy it.
At this moment, Jameson's thin lips curved up, and a low laugh overflowed from his throat.
"...” Sharon stammered.
What was so funny! Jameson said, "Let's go for a meal.I'm hungry."
After tossing and turning for more than half a day, they finally got home after eating.
Sharon completely ignored the jerk and went upstairs to sleep.
But who would have thought that just as she was lying on the bed, a knock on the door was heard.
Sharon restrained her temper and got up to open the door, "What's the matter, Mr.Proctor?"
Jameson held a glass of water in his hand and said, "Take the medicine."
"I'll take it after I wake up."
"Take it before sleep.’ Jameson's tone and attitude were tough, and he gave her a sense of pressure
that he could pour the medicine into her mouth if she didn't.
Sharon took the glass of water over and slowly walked to the desk to put it down.
She unfolded the medicine given by the doctor, threw it into her mouth and swallowed it by drinking a
few mouthfuls of water.
After taking the medicine, Sharon turned her head around and found that Jameson had already sat on
the sofa in her bedroom getting to work, with the laptop on his laps.
Sharon, "?"
"Mr.Proctor, I'm going to sleep, she reminded impolitely.
Jameson did not raise his head and said indifferently, "I didn't forbid you to sleep.’ Sharon gritted her
teeth and said, "Thank you for Mr.Proctor to bring me water.I have already taken the medicine.You can
leave now."
Jameson's long fingers paused for a moment.
He gently raised his eyes to look at her, and then looked out of the window and said, "The scenery here
is pretty good.’
Did it mean he wasn't going to leave?! Without Sharon's speaking, Jameson said, "Didn't you say I
didn't care about you? You sleep on your own.I'll stay here with you.’
"...I Didn't say it!"
"It's all the same." Jameson didn't really care about it.
He just said, "Sharon, I don't want to be called an irresponsible person because of you.Go to sleep.I
don't want to say it a third time."
She had never known that the jerk cared about other people's words.
Forgot it, she couldn't do anything to him anyway, so she might as well not to get more angry.
"Mr.Proctor, please close the curtains."
Sharon laid on the bed with her back to him and pulled the blanket.
Jameson said, "..."
After a few seconds of silence, the sound of the curtains closing could still be heard.
Sharon was lying on the bed, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raised.
The light was so dark that she wanted to see how the jerk worked.
He couldn't sit here all afternoon.
For a long time, there was no sound in the room.
Sharon began to get sleepy after taking the medicine.
She rubbed her head against the pillow and fell asleep.
Not aware how long, Sharon felt the bed move slightly.
She slept blankly and did not notice anything.
She only turned around and habitually hugged something.
She found it cold and comfortable, and then rubbed against it.
When Charlotte returned, it was almost dark.
She did not find Sharon in the courtyard.
She thought that Sharon should still be sleeping, like before.
After putting the rice into the pot, she went upstairs to call her.
She knocked on the door and said, "Sharon, are you there?"
Sharon rubbed her eyes and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
"It's time for dinner.Get up."
Charlotte paused for a moment and asked, "Has Jameson left?"
Just as Sharon wanted to answer, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He was supposed to be sitting on the sofa.
Why was he on her bed and hugging her waist? Before Sharon could recover from her shock,
Charlotte's voice spread over again, "Sharon?"
She didn't have time to think, "What? ...Well, maybe he has left.I was asleep in the afternoon and didn't
see him."
Charlotte said, "Alright, then I'll go down."
As soon as Charlotte left, Sharon heard a low and hoarse male voice beside her ear, "What a capable
liar you are."
"....” Sharon was lost for words.
Who was she telling the lie for? Sharon hurriedly pulled his hand away and got up.
"Mr.Proctor!"
She said angrily.
Jameson sat up, one of his long legs slightly bent, and his voice carried a hint of exhaustion, "What's
wrong?"
"You..."
Sharon even couldn't say anything about his arrogance.
After a long time, she said, "I can call the police for this!"
Jameson said, "You want to call the police because I'm in your bed?"
"This isn't about in my bed, it's about sleeping beside me without my permission!"
"But you have slept beside me for quite many times."
"We weren't divorced back then.It was legal."
Jameson said after a long while, "Oh, really?"
Sharon was suddenly speechless, because Jameson's indifferent attitude reminded her of that night
not too long ago.That was indeed after the divorce.
Jameson stood up and said, "If you don't call the police, I'll leave now."
",.., “ Sharon didn't know what to say.
The jerk was quite complacent.
Just as he opened the door, Sharon hurriedly said, "Wait!"
Right now, Charlotte was cooking in the kitchen.
He would just happen to meet her when he went downstairs.
Sharon said, "I'll go down first ...You can come down later."
After saying that, she hurried downstairs before Jameson could say anything.
Just at this moment, Mary brought something over and was talking to Charlotte in the courtyard.
Seeing this, Sharon breathed out gently.
Fortunately, she was smart to not let Jameson come downstairs.
Otherwise, if he saw Mary, she would be unable to explain herself no matter how eloquent she was.
But Sharon didn't expect Jameson to come in immediately after she came downstairs.
This jerk was deliberately trying to piss her off, isn't he? Compared to Sharon, Mary was the one who
felt shocked most when she saw Jameson.
She widened her eyes and said in disbelief, "Jameson ...Mr.Proctor, why are you here?"
After all, he was a powerful man.
It was inappropriate for her to call him Jameson.
Jameson nodded slightly at her, "Hello, Mary."
Mary was even more surprised when she saw that he was wearing slippers.
"He is my son” Charlotte explained softly.
"What!"
Jameson did not care about what was happening behind him.
He glanced coldly at Sharon and returned to the room.
Sharon noticed that his shirt seemed to be a little dirty.
This ...wasn't her fault.
He had only himself to blame.
This was what he deserved for getting onto her bed without her permission.
Just think about it.
At the door, Mary was dumbfounded, as if she could not accept this fact for a long time.
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