Jameson didn't change the clothes.
When he came out, Sharon was cooking in the kitchen.
He walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and breathed to her ear, saying,
"How do you know I haven't had dinner yet?"
"...I'm not making it for you."
As Sharon spoke, she got away from his arms and put the vegetables into the boiling water.
Jameson frowned in displeasure, "Then who's it for?"
"Me."
"But you said you were full."
"I'm hungry now.’ Hearing this, Jameson looked at her belly and said thoughtfully, "Are you pregnant?"
What a nut! Sharon kicked him out of the kitchen, "I'm busy now.You go have fun by yourself."
Jameson walked into the living room and just as he sat down, the doorbell rang.
Sharon came out and said, "Go and see who it is."
Jameson did not even raise his head, "No need.It must be someone who sells baby stuff."
It seemed that he hadn't given up yet.
Sharon curled her lips.
She knew that Jameson would not say anything else other than mocking at her.
So she did not open the door, either.
The person who rang the doorbell soon left.
Soon, Sharon came out of the kitchen and placed the food in front of Jameson.
Jameson looked at her and smiled, "For me?"
"For the dog."
Jameson was speechless.
Sharon went back into the kitchen for a long time.
After finishing his meal, Jameson went to wash the dish.
In the kitchen, he saw Sharon making sushi and asked, "Why are you making so many sushi rolls?"
"To feed ..."
Sharon stopped abruptly.
She suddenly remembered that she would also eat it, so she couldn't say the "dog" thing.
Jameson whispered, "What?"
After a while, Sharon said, "You said we are going to have a date tomorrow, so I...am preparing some
food."
Jameson smiled as he raised his eyebrows, "May I help?"
"You ..."
Sharon wanted to ask him to stay in the living room, but in the end, she handed him a potato and said,
"Wash it."
She didn't know what would happen in the Beale's, so she wanted to have a wonderful date with him
before that.
With Jameson's help, though not very much help, Sharon made it faster.
It didn't take long before she prepared the food and put it in the fridge.
Just as she was about to clean up the kitchen, Jameson said, "You go take a bath.Let me handle this."
Now that he had said so, Sharon wouldn't refuse.
Just as she walked out of the kitchen, she heard a thud from behind.
Jameson broke a plate.
Sharon closed her eyes and consoled herself.
After all, Jameson hadn't done this before.
It was good for him to have this intention and attitude.
She went back to the bedroom for her pajamas.
As soon as she walked to the bathroom door, she heard two plates being broken in succession.
He was not cleaning them up by breaking them up, was he? Sharon took a deep breath.
Forget it, she was going to move away anyway.
At that time, Tiffany wouldn't cook much and those dishes would be a burden for her.
By the time she came out of the bathroom, the plates in the kitchen had been almost broken by
Jameson ...
He was not in the living room.
Sharon turned off the lights and went back to her bedroom.
Jameson was lying on the bed, casually flipping through the magazines at the bedside.
Sharon couldn't help but curl her lips.
Jameson looked up at her.
After a moment of silence, he said, "I have a set of limited-edition tableware.I'll let Jacob deliver it to
you tomorrow."
"No need.You can keep it and have fun with it."
Then Sharon walked to the desk, pulled out the chair, and took out her draft.
Jameson closed the magazine, "Don't you sleep?"
"I can't sleep yet,’ Sharon said without turning back.
"Good night to you.’ She clearly knew what Jameson was thinking, so how could she fall into this trap?
She could still feel the sore.
Jameson got up, walked behind her, and sat down by the bed.
When Sharon turned around, she was shocked by him.
She stammered, "You ...why are you sitting here?"
"I'm waiting for you."
"Don't wait for me,’ Sharon was a little uneasy under his hot gaze.
"Well ...designers usually have more inspiration at night.Sometimes I will stay up the whole night for the
work."
Jameson asked, "Do you have any inspiration now?"
"Of course!"
"Then draw."
Sharon was lying to him.
She had no inspiration now.
However, she could only forcefully draw as she had said so.
Soon, she stopped.
She put down her pencil and turned to look at Jameson.
"I can't draw with someone watching me."
Jameson looked up at him.
Although he didn't say anything, Sharon could tell from his expression that he didn't believe her.
She rubbed her nose and closed the manuscript.
"Forget it.Let's sleep."
After lying on the bed, Sharon immediately wrapped herself up in the quilt.
Jameson turned off the light and lay beside her.
He dragged her out and hugged her in his arms.
Sharon crossed her hands on her chest and strongly refused, "I don't want it!"
"What?"
Sharon could only shift her strategy and whisper, "Please, I'm still in pain."
In the darkness, Jameson smiled and asked, "Where?"
"Everywhere!"
Jameson said slowly, "Then let's do more and you'll get used to it."
She kicked him under the blanket and turned to face the window.
A few seconds later, Jameson came up again, but he only gently hugged her waist and didn't do
anything.
Sharon rolled her eyes in the darkness.
After a while, Sharon said, "Mr.Proctor, can I ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"Where did you go tonight?"
It fell silent behind her.
Jameson did not answer the question.
Sharon continued, "It's OK if you don't want to say anything.’
Just as she closed her eyes, Jameson said, "I went to the mall."
Hearing this, Sharon said, "Did you meet anyone?"
"No."
After a pause, Jameson said, "A child ran into me.’’
"No wonder there is a smell of milk on your clothes,’’ Sharon suddenly understood.
"No, there's also a strange smell.’’ Jameson said calmly, "He drooled on my clothes.Perhaps that is
what you smelled."
She had even got closer to sniff.How stupid she was.
Jameson asked, "Do you want to sleep or not?"
Sharon immediately said, "Yes! Yes!"
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