Sharon looked at him with sincerity, "Mr.Proctor, after attending the dinner party, can you..."
"No."
"I haven't finished yet," Sharon frowned.
Jameson glanced at her with indifference, "Sharon, I am not bargaining with you."
"Mr.Proctor, I regard it as an imposition."
Jameson said slowly, "When you asked me to help your brother get his admission notice back, you
owned me a favor."
Sharon didn't know what to say.
She asked, "If I promise to attend the dinner party with you, I can return your favor?"
Jameson raised his eyebrows slightly, "It sounds OK.Anyway, you have owed me much favor."
Sharon said with indifference, "Anyway, you won't set me free."
"You are happy for Trey's coming.While for me, you think I'm forcing you.Sharon, why do you treat Trey
and me differently?"
Jameson turned to look at her unhappily.
"Mr.Proctor, you should ask yourself why I do that.Do you think you are as kind as Trey?"
Before he got angry, Sharon continued, "Will you ask for my opinion? Will you never force me to do
what I don't want to do?"
Jameson answered frankly, "No."
Jameson knew that Sharon was eager to stay as far away from him as possible.
He would not have the opportunity to meet her if he didn't find these excuses.
Sharon was speechless.
It was the first time Sharon had seen such a person, who was so proud of his shamelessness.
Jameson stood up, "We don't have much time.We need to pick out clothes.Hurry up."
Sharon stayed in the shop alone today.
She stood up and walked toward the office.
After taking her things out, she took a lock from the reception and coldly said to Jameson, "Mr.Proctor,
please go out.I'm going to lock the door."
Jameson said, "I'll wait for you outside."
He wasn't afraid that Sharon would run away.
Even though she did it, he would find her in the end.
Sharon locked the door with all her strength.
She seemed to give vent to her anger in this way.
Sharon couldn't bear him any longer.
He would come to torture her from time to time.
Tonight it was snowing so heavily, she was ordered to attend the dinner party with him.
This time, he went too far.
'He should pay the price for bothering me.I know he has made enormous efforts for the party.And I will
mess it up as a punishment for him’
After Sharon locked the door, she saw the jerk's car parked by the side of the road.
She was about to run out in deep snow when an umbrella suddenly appeared above her head.
Sensing her gaze, Jameson turned his eyes in her direction and moved his thin lips slightly, "Why are
you looking at me?"
Sharon snorted coldly, "Don't pretend to be kind."
With that, she pulled on her coat hat and ran straight into the snow.
Seeing this, Jameson pursed the corners of his lips with dissatisfaction and unhurriedly followed her.
The dinner party would be held at seven oclock.
By the time they arrived outside the hotel, it was already dark.
When the car stopped, a waiter from the hotel opened the door.
Sharon was about to get out of the car when a distinctly outlined hand reached out in front of her.
She looked up slightly.
A tall and slender figure appeared in front of her.
Upwards, she saw his clearly outlined face.
Behind him, silver spots of light danced across the sky.
Somehow, this scene was similar to that where he reached out to take her onto the boat.
Recalling that period of time, Sharon felt it stirs her heart, like throwing a small stone into the stagnant
water.
After hesitating for a moment, she slowly reached out to push him away.
While carrying her dress alone, she got out of the car.
Jameson felt embarrassment and annoyed.
Jacob stood behind them with his umbrella.
Seeing this, he hurriedly looked away and pretended to have seen nothing.
After Sharon took a few steps, Jameson suddenly put his arms around her waist.
Frowning, she said, "Mr.Proctor..."
Jameson interrupted her indifferently, "Even if you are unwilling to attend the party, you need to pretend
to be happy.Come close to me right now."
Sharon pursed the corners of her lips tightly, trying to make a final struggle, "But it is inconvenient for
me to walk in this position."
Unexpectedly, Jameson slowly let go of her.
Sharon secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
The next moment, raising his arm slightly and tilting his head towards her, Jameson said concisely,
"Take my arm."
Curling her lips with dissatisfaction, Sharon could only compromise.
At least, it was much better than before.
Sharon slowly raised her hand and put it in his arm.
She didn't notice that Jameson smiled lightly with satisfaction.
After entering the private room, Sharon saw that a man in his forties was on the phone in a foreign
language fluently.
Seeing them, he hung up after saying something to the phone.
He approached Jameson and stretched out his hand, "Mr.Proctor, nice to meet you."
Jameson shook his head and said, "Mr.Matthias, nice to meet you too!"
Standing by them, Sharon felt a little bored.
The jerk was usually short-tempered.
Judging from his patient behavior, Sharon believed that this cooperation was quite important to him.
Not long after, Patrick noticed Sharon.
He paused for a few seconds before asking, "Who is she?"
Putting his arm around her waist again, Jameson said, "She is my wife."
Sharon immediately corrected, "Ex-wife."
Jameson said in a flat voice, "She's joking."
Sharon struggled with dissatisfaction in his arms, but the arm on her waist tightened a little.
Sharon didn't know whether he did it on purpose or he wanted to give her a warning.
Patrick smiled, "You are a happy couple."
Sharon would not let go of any chance to go against this jerk and replied without hesitation, "I don't love
him anymore.We were divorced long ago."
Jameson smiled indulgently, "I quarrel with her recently.She is still angry at me."
Sharon took the opportunity to pinch his waist.
But the jerk didn't react to it at all.
Patrick pretended that nothing had happened, "Sit down."
This private room was in Chinese style, surrounded by veils and screens.
It looked refined and serene.
Taking the teapot on the table, Patrick poured each of them a cup of water.
Before having dinner, they had been talking about cooperation.
Sharon had thought that William was a foreigner because Patrick spoke English so fluently when she
entered the private room.
Unexpectedly, he could speak Chinese so well, with standard pronunciation clear thinking.
And he looked so gentle and refined.
But Sharon didn't understand why Jameson ordered her to attend the dinner party with him.
She couldn't understand his business at all, and Patrick didn't take a female companion.
Not long after, the private room door opened and the dishes began to be served one after another.
Leaving work behind, Patrick smiled, "Mr.Proctor, it's amazing for you to be so outstanding at such a
young age.I heard you long time ago.Our meeting today greatly exceeds my expectations."
Jameson said, "Thank you for your compliment.In fact, I'm even better than you think."
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