"Yes," Sharon said.
"Alright, I'll pack it up for you right now."
By the time Sharon came out, Tiffany had put the jewelry in a box.
Sharon changed into sweater, trousers and down jacket.
She picked up the box and said, "Thank you.Now I have to go."
Tiffany, curious, hurriedly ran to the study.
She leaned against the window and looked down.
Sure enough, she saw the familiar Rolls-Royce.
Inside the car, Jameson gently tapped his knee with his finger and said slowly, "Tell me? What will she
give me?"
Jacob didn't know what to say.
Jacob, nervous, asked tentatively.
"Maybe it is the necklace that Mrs.Proctor had made before?"
Jameson frowned in displeasure, as if he wasn't satisfied with this answer.
"She made it so soon?"
He said.
Jacob immediately echoed, "No, it is impossible.Maybe it's something else."
Jameson didn't say anything else, but waited patiently.
Ten minutes later, Sharon ran over with a cardboard box in her arms.
She reached out and knocked on the car window.
Jameson had just lowered the window when a cardboard box was put in his embrace before he could
say anything.
Sharon said, "Sorry for letting you wait for so long.I'll get out of your hair."
Jameson lowered his eyes and glanced, "What is this?"
Sharon smiled, waved to him, and turned to leave.
Jameson opened the box and glanced at it.Then his expression changed.
He immediately raised his head and shouted, "Sharon!"
Sharon pretended not to hear it and quickly ran away.
Jameson looked at her back and gritted his teeth.
He was irritated.
Jacob sat in front of him, holding back his laughter with efforts, his face flushed red.
As soon as Sharon opened the door, she saw Tiffany leaning against the shoe cabinet with curiosity.
Sharon said somewhat unnaturally, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Tiffany said, "Did you go out with that jerk ...Jameson tonight?"
Sharon immediately retorted, "No! It's impossible!"
"Then why did he send you back? And you were dressed like that?"
Sharon blushed from her question, and she stuttered, not answering Tiffany.
Tiffany leaned closer and stared her carefully, "It seems that something that only adults would do
happened."
"...No!"
"Really? I don't believe it."
Sharon held her tongue.
She was indeed guilty.
In order to prevent Tiffany from asking any more questions, Sharon hurriedly found an excuse, "I'm
going to take a shower."
As she spoke, she hurriedly ran into the bathroom.
After shower, Sharon opened the bathroom shutters and found that it had started snowing again.
A thin layer of snow had piled up on the tree branches.
The whole world was quiet, as if only the sound of snow falling could be heard.
Sharon then blew her hair.
When she went out, Tiffany was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.
Sharon's plan to sneak back into the bedroom failed.
She could only sit on the sofa and cough, "Tiffany, it's not what you think.I...."
Tiffany suddenly approached, "Sharon, I have a question."
Sharon said, "What?"
"You and Jameson, will you get back together?"
Hearing this, Sharon was surprised, "Why do you ask this?"
"I think lately he’s been coming to you quite frequently.He seems to be determined to win you back."
Tiffany said as she held a pillow in her arms and said seriously, "Sharon, I don't care who you choose
to be with in the end.As long as you find your own happiness, I will be happy for you, but..."
Sharon knew what she was worried about and smiled softly, "It's impossible for us to get back
together."
There were too many questions between her and Jameson.
It was not a simple divorce and remarriage.
Moreover, the Proctor family also had a grudge against her.
Sharon continued, "I wonder why he is not that mean lately.But it'll be fine when his fever is over."
Hearing this, Tiffany finally sighed in relief.
"That's good.I'm afraid that you'll fall back into that birdcage again."
Even though Jameson had changed a little recently.
He seemed quite nice to Sharon now.
The jerk's deep-rooted evil could not be corrected.
Furthermore, the Proctor family was in chaos.
It was not easy for Sharon to escape from it.
lf she went back, she would be asking for trouble.
Sharon patted her legs and got up, "Don't worry.I can handle that."
Just as Sharon was about to return to the bedroom, the doorbell suddenly rang.
She slowly walked to the door.
With her lesson from last time, she didn't open the door until she checked through the peep hole.
Sharon said, "Mr.Daniel, it's late.Is there anything I can do for you?"
Daniel picked up the cake in his hand and raised his eyebrows.
"I bought it on the way back.I remember your friend likes it."
Sharon turned to look at Tiffany, who had stood up and looked over expectantly.
Sharon stepped aside and said, "Please come in."
"Thank you."
Sharon closed the door and was confused by Daniel's sudden visit.
Daniel put the cake on the coffee table and sat on a sofa at the side.
"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but the baker said it was fresh.It won't taste good tomorrow.And I can't
eat so much by myself."
Tiffany smiled brightly, "It's fine.We neighbors help each other.For this cake, I'll help myself."
Daniel smiled.
"I'm glad to hear that."
Sharon poured a glass of water from the kitchen and placed it before Daniel.
Daniel thanked her and said, "Today, I heard from Miss Beale that you are friends, Ms.Allyson?"
"We are not friends.It's just that fortunately, I designed a necklace for her before."
"Well, I see."
Tiffany did not understand and asked, "Miss Beale? Did you meet Natalia today?"
Sharon nodded, "Yes, I met her at dinner."
Tiffany couldn't help but frown, "Did she say something pretentious to you again?"
"Fortunately, she changed her target."
Daniel added, "May I ask you and Mr.Proctor are?"
For a few seconds, neither Sharon nor Tiffany answered.
Daniel raised his eyebrows.
"It seems that I shouldn't have asked this question.Sorry, Ms.Allyson, forget it."
Sharon smiled and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter.He is my ex-husband."
"I see.I'm sorry to ask you such a reckless question."
Tiffany whispered, "Do you know Jameson?"
"I don't know him,"
Daniel said.
"But Mr.Proctor is famous.I've just heard of him."
"Then how do you know Natalia?"
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