No matter how hard he tried, Jeffery Proctor could not strike a balance between the two sides.He was
so tired that he wanted relief.
However, Jameson Proctor could not find one either.
After God knew how long, Jeffery Proctor asked, "Is Sharon okay? She should have been scared the
other night."
"It's okay, she's not that timid."
Jameson smiled, "After this time, I think Sharon looks much better than before.I can see that you are
treating her better.If only it happened earlier."
Jameson Proctor raised his eyebrows, "As you said a long time ago, I like her."
"It's often the case that lookers-on see most of the game."
Jameson Proctor looked at him, "True.It's hard for those a*s-deep in it to find a way out.But there are a
million ways to solve things, so I don't think it has to go that far."
The smile on Jeffery Proctor's lips stiffened, "Jameson..."
"Death is not a relief; it's just an escape."
Jeffery Proctor lowered his head and did not speak.
Jameson Proctor got up and said, "Gotta go."
Jeffery Proctor nodded, "Be careful on the road."
Looking at Jameson Proctor's back, Jeffery Proctor put his hands on his senseless knees and took a
long time to withdraw his gaze.
Yes, death was never a relief.
It was just an excuse for cowardly and useless people.
Sharon Allyson hung out with Tiffany Momon for a lunch outside, and then did some chores back in the
studio.
By the time she finished her work, it was only around four o'clock in the afternoon.
It was early and there was still plenty of time.
Sharon Allyson called Jameson Proctor, but he didn't answer.
That shouldn't happen.
He said he went to the Proctor family in the morning.
As it was impossible for him to lunch there, he must have been back already.
Sharon Allyson dialed again, but still no answer.
She had a sinking feeling all of a sudden.
She hurriedly rushed out of the studio, but when she saw the Rolls Royce parked by the roadside, she
finally breathed a sigh of relief.She was scared to death just now, as she thought Jameson Proctor had
an accident in the Proctor family.
Sharon Allyson walked over to the Rolls Royce and stood close to Jameson Proctor.
He was biting a cigarette between his thin lips, his dark eyes trained aimlessly ahead, as if thinking
about something.
He didn't even notice Sharon when she came closer.
Sharon Allyson had never seen him lost in thought like this.
She reached out and waved her hand in front of his eyes and spoke tentatively, "Sweetie, did you just
break up?"
Jameson Proctor, "..."
He turned his head.
At the sight of her, he removed the cigarette from his lips and asked hoarsely, "You done?"
Sharon Allyson nodded yes, "I've finished my work for a long time.Why didn't you answer my phone
when I called you?"
Jameson Proctor subconsciously picked up the phone next to him and whispered, "Sorry, it's on silent
mode; I didn't hear it."
Sharon Allyson leaned over the car window, her dark eyes staring at him, "What's wrong with you? Are
you in a bad mood?"
Jameson Proctor pulled his lips into a smile, "Nope."
"It's written all over your face."
As soon as Sharon's eyes fell on the ashtray in the car, she couldn't help but frown, "How many
cigarettes have you been smoking this afternoon?"
Jameson Proctor said, "Nope."
"Can't you answer me more seriously? I'm confused!"
With that, Sharon Allyson went to pull the driver's door, "You get out and take my car.Yours smells of
cigarettes."
Jameson Proctor got out of the car, closed the door, and then reached out to take her in his arms.
Before Sharon Allyson had a chance to say anything, he said in a muffled voice, "Don't move.Let me
hold you for a while more."
Sharon Allyson placed her hand gently on his waist and could actually guess a few reasons why he
was acting this way.
She whispered, "Have you seen your big brother?"
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