Jameson looked at her quietly with his dark eyes and didn't say a word.
"If you don't want to answer, you can pretend that I didn't ask,’ Sharon looked away and coughed
because she was stared at by Jameson and felt uneasy.
After a while, Jameson said slowly, " I regretted it after hearing what you said."
"If Mr.Proctor regrets it, it won't be too late to find Natalia."
With that, Sharon stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'll leave."
She had barely taken two steps when Jameson grabbed her wrist.
Jameson exerted a slight force and she fell into his embrace.
Without waiting for Sharon to struggle, Jameson's arm was already on her waist, and he raised his
eyebrows, "Are you jealous?"
"I like hot food,’ Sharon said without changing her expression.
The corners of Jameson's lips curled up as he glanced at her chest, "It's pretty hot."
Sensing his intentions, Sharon raised her hand and covered her chest.
Her face turned red, and she held back for a long time before cursing, "You bast*rd!"
"Hey, didn't you say you like hot food? I like hot food, too." Sharon was speechless.
This jerk was sick! Sharon said fiercely, "Let go!"
However, Jameson tightened his hand on her waist, his chin placed on her shoulder, and his voice was
low, "Don't move, let me hug you for a while.’
"Didn't you regret it? Why didn't you go hug Natalia?"
"I'm just joking.I can smell your jealousy when I was downstairs."
"To Sharon was lost for words.” Jameson said, "I'll send you back in half an hour.’
"Aren't you very busy?"
"Work can't be done in a day."
"Then why after half an hour?"
Sharon said after a moment of silence.
Jameson said, "You seldom come here.If I let you go, wouldn't it be a waste of your sincerity?"
Sharon shut up.
She clearly knew what this jerk was thinking, and she shouldn't ask this question.
A few minutes later, Jameson said, "Have you figured out what you want to ask me?"
The corners of Sharon's lips twitched as she wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to Say it.
"Then continue thinking."
Sitting on his lap, Sharon could clearly hear the sound of Jameson's heartbeat.
A few seconds later, Sharon raised her hand and placed it on his chest.
Jameson's body froze slightly.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Sharon say, "Don't speak."
Jameson licked his thin lips, his black eyes fixed on her.
Sharon put her hand on his chest all the time, and even though Jameson was wearing clothes, she
could still feel his heart beating wildly.
After a while, Sharon withdrew her hand and whispered, "I'm done."
Jameson was puzzled, "What?"
"Nothing,’ Sharon said.
She looked at the time and said, "It's late.I have to work tomorrow.Send me back."
Jameson's eyes darkened and he didn't say anything.
Sharon raised her head and looked at him, "Are you going to send me or not? Or I'll take a taxi myself.’
Jameson withdrew his hand and said, "I am.’’
Sharon got up from his embrace and tidied up her clothes as if nothing had happened.
Jameson took his coat and said, "Let's go."
On the way back, Sharon opened the widow a little.
She kept looking out of the window, the corner of her lips slightly raised.
When Rolls-Royce stopped at the apartment building, she was about to unfasten her seat belt when
Jameson pulled her over.
Sharon blinked at the man's dark eyes.
Jameson's Adam's apple rolled up and down as he said in a low voice, "What did you ask just now?"
"Secret” Sharon said.
He leaned closer and said, "You won't tell me?"
"Didn't you also hide a lot from me? We're even."
Jameson said, "How am I hiding things from you?"
Sharon thought for a while before she said, and decided to throw this hot potato back, "You know it
yourself."
Jameson indeed concealed something from her, so he didn't speak because he was guilty.
He was silent, and Sharon won the game, "Then I'm leaving.Mr.Proctor, be careful on your way
home.Good night.”
She turned around and was about to pull the door when Jameson's voice came from the side,
"Sharon."
"What..."
Sharon subconsciously turned her head, but before she could speak, her lips were sealed.
Jameson observed her reaction.
When he saw that there was no resistance on her face, he raised his hand and grabbed the back of her
head, slowly intensifying the kiss.
After getting off the elevator, Sharon put her hands in her coat pockets and walked much faster.
She entered the password and just as she opened the door to enter, she saw Tiffany standing at the
door with her arms crossed, looking at her with an unfathomable expression.
Sharon felt a little guilty when she saw this.
She coughed and stiltedly rubbed her nose, "It...it's so late.You haven't fallen asleep yet?"
"I'm asking you, it's so late, where have you been?"
Sharon quickly replied, "I'm a little hungry.I went out to eat.If I knew you weren't asleep, I would have
brought some back for you."
Tiffany raised her eyebrows and asked, "What did you eat?"
"Spicy Hot Pot."
"Looks like it's pretty hot.Your lips are swollen."
Sharon was speechless.
She laughed awkwardly and tried to make a final struggle.
"Yeah, we can eat together next time.It's in the alley downstairs.There are quite a lot of people.I haven't
noticed the restaurant before..."
"Save it, it's getting more and more ridiculous."
Sharon immediately shut up and clasped her hands together.
She lowered her head as if she had done something wrong.
Tiffany probed and asked, "Are you going to move out soon?"
"What are you thinking?"
Tiffany heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good.Otherwise, the progress will be too fast.I'm afraid that I'll be
the only one left in the house."
Sharon's eyelids twitched and she perfunctorily said, "It's getting late.I'm sleepy.Let's go to bed.We'll
talk about it tomorrow.’’
After saying that, she hurried into the bedroom.
Tiffany couldn't help but click her tongue as she looked at her back and slowly returned to her room.
It was truly enviable.
When would she be able to fall in love? Sharon lay on the bed, feeling energetic and unable to fall
asleep.
She slowly raised her hand and looked at her palm.
There seemed to be a trace of that man's body temperature on it.
Adults' heartbeats normally ranged from 60 to 70 times per minute, but when faced with someone they
liked, their heartbeats would accelerate.
The question she wanted to ask had been answered.
Sharon was wrapped in the quilt, the corner of her lips curving up.
She didn't fall asleep all night.
When Tiffany woke up the next day with "holiday syndrome", she saw that Sharon was already busy in
the kitchen and humming a song.
She looked to be in a good mood.
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