After the concert, Sharon didn't want to go home, so she went down the street.
Some time later, she saw a small amusement park.
Most of the children there were two to three-year-old, running and jumping.
The smile on their faces was pure and wide.
Sharon stopped.
She stood outside the park, smiling.
Then, a few minutes later, there came a man's voice beside her, indifferently, "What're you looking at?"
Sharon stopped seeing the park, and the smile vanished from her face.
"Mr.Proctor, you will never understand what I'm looking at,’’ said she coldly.
"How did you know I don't understand?"
Jameson replied, with one hand in his pocket.
"If you did understand, you wouldn't say that."
Sharon didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she turned around and continued walking.
However, she didn't expect Jameson to follow behind her slowly.
It was like what they did in Costspool.
Sharon was getting more and more irritated.
She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at him coldly.
Jameson paused, too.
Then he stared at her with his black eyes, frowning.
"What are you doing?"
"I would ask you the same question, Mr.Proctor.Why are you following me?"
Sharon thought that a jerk like Jameson would say "Was it your street? Why couldn't I walk on it?"
But she didn't expect that Jameson said indifferently, "You're so beautiful.I'm afraid that someone will
attack you."
She was quiet for thirty seconds.
That was something she never thought she would hear from him.
Wasn't he most likely the attacker? For a moment, Sharon didn't know what to say, so she continued
walking.
In a few minutes Jamesor's voice came from behind her, "Sharon, you just blushed.Are you shy?"
"No!"
She was clearly frightened.
Jameson asked again, "Then why are you flushing?"
"I feel hot."
"How? You're wearing little clothing."
Sharon ignored him.
Jameson went on, "Why are you dressed like that and wearing make-up? For dating Trey?"
Sharon still ignored him.
"Trey is going after you.You know that, right?"
Sharon took a deep breath and said, "What are you trying to say, Mr.Proctor?"
"Do not be with him."
"Why?"
Sharon laughed, "Is this because you don't like him? That is so boring."
Jameson stared at her.
After a few seconds, he said, "No."
"Then you have no reason..."
"Because I like you."
Sharon's face was absolutely calm, "Oh."
Jameson pursed his lips and repeated, "Don't be with him."
That made Sharon chuckle, "What makes you think that I would listen to you, Mr.Proctor? Should I be
glad to hear that you like me? Or I have to buy firecrackers to celebrate it?"
"That will be OK with me if that'll make you happier."
Sharon forgot how cruel the jerk was.
Just as she turned away from him, Jameson said slowly, "I'm sorry for what happened."
For the first time, Sharon heard him say "I'm sorry" in such a tone.
And he seemed to be sincere.
At least he didn't say "It's somewhat my fault."
But she didn't understand.
"You don't have to tell me, Mr.Proctor.I'm just a sketchy woman.I don't deserve your apology,’’ said
Sharon indifferently.
Jameson was unhappy, "It's up to me whether you deserve it or not."
How could he be so cheeky? Sharon did not want to argue with him anymore.
She said, "Alright, whatever you meant, it was fine with me.Then, I think there is no need for you to
contact me again.So, Mr.Proctor, I was wondering if you could possibly..."
Before she could finish, Jameson leaned over and kissed her.
Her lips were sealed.Sharon was stunned.
Then she pushed him away, eyes turning red, "Jameson, are you crazy?"
Jameson licked his thin lips and spoke slowly, "You said you would accept my apology."
"That's all you heard?"
"Yes, I don't want to hear the rest."
Sharon thought that he was crazy.
She was sick of arguing with him, so she turned around and tried to hail a taxi by the road.
Jameson stood beside her and glanced at the driveway from afar.
"It's very hard to hail a taxi now.Let me take you."
Sharon clenched her fists and ignored him.
Jameson spoke again, "If you are angry, you can kiss me back.I don't care.I am not like you."
It was actually hard to catch a taxi, so Sharon could only continue walking.
But her new high heels chafed her so much that she got annoyed.
She took off her shoes and smashed them at the man behind her, "Don't follow me!"
Jameson caught the shoes and frowned, "Sharon, it's 7 degrees today."
"It's OK if it's 7 degrees below zero.My freezing to death is none of your business."
Anger was boiling up inside Sharon.
Not only was she not cold, but she was very furious.
A few steps further, she felt someone put his arms around her.
Then she was picked up.
Sharon looked at him expressionlessly, "Mr.Proctor, did anyone ever say that you got a brass neck?"
Jameson said, "You are the first one."
"My pleasure."
"You can buy more firecrackers."
Sharon sneered and said, "Although I don't know what you're thinking, Mr.Proctor.I can tell you right
now, I won't like you, never."
Jameson's face did not change, "You'll never know."
Sharon said, "All you need do is think about how much you hated me, disgusted me, and disdained me
before we got divorced, Mr.Proctor.You would know what I think of you right now."
"It's different," said Jameson.
"How was it different?"
"Even at that time...you were still in my bed."
This was the first time Sharon felt such a headache.
She didn't want to talk back at all.
Jameson went on, "Even if I treated you like that before, I still like you now.
Who knows you won't like me later?"
Sharon said calmly, "Jameson, can you bring the baby back to life?"
Jameson didn't say anything.
She sneered, "If you can't, why are you so sure?"
That baby was an unbridgeable gulf between them.
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