Sharon got up from his lap and bent down slightly.She then gently applied an ice bag to his face, where
there were still faint fingerprints.
Jameson placed his hand on his knee and tapped his long finger lightly.He looked at her calmly with his
black eyes.
Sharon was a little distracted by his gaze.
She reminded, "Mr.Proctor, can you close your eyes?"
"You had been peeked at me in the car for so long, why didn't I tell you to close your eyes?"
Sharon didn't know how to answer.
This jerk was really annoying.
She deliberately pressed the ice bag harder against his face.
Jameson's expression changed slightly.
Just before he was about to lose his temper, Sharon quickly retracted her hand and said, "This should
be okay.It's getting late.Mr.Proctor should rest now.I'm going back to my room."
Just as Sharon turned around, her wrist was gripped again.
Jameson's expression was somewhat unhappy, "You are just leaving?"
"Or what? Am I supposed to stay here for supper?"
"Sure."
As Jameson spoke, he pulled out his phone from the sofa.
When he was about to dial the number, Sharon immediately stopped him.
"Alright, I'm joking!"
The jerk was really inhuman.
Jameson pushed the glass on the coffee table in front of her and said, "Fancy a drink?"
Sharon sneered, "Does Mr.Proctor think that I will be tricked again?"
"I didn't expect you to get drunk so easily."
Sharon ignored him and pulled her hand out of his palm.
"I have to get up early tomorrow.Mr.Proctor can do as he pleases."
As she finished speaking, Sharon walked straight to the door.
Jameson looked at her back and picked up the whisky.
He leaned back on the sofa, with his thin lips curving.
After she went back to her room, Sharon saw the message from Tiffany that asked her if she had
arrived.
Only then did she realize that she completely forgot to let them know that she was Safe after what had
happened at the airport.
Sharon phoned Tiffany.
After chatting for a while, Tiffany noticed that she was stammering.
She asked tentatively, "Have you met Jameson there again?"
".."
Sharon.
Tiffany guessed it absolutely right.
Tiffany was already used to this.
"What excuse did this jerk use this time?" She said.
Sharon shook her head, "He really didn't follow me this time."
After a pause, Sharon said, "I also met Erica.’ Hearing this, Tiffany was a little shocked, "Why was she
also there?"
When Sharon and Trey went to visit Mr.Jones, they heard from Erica's parents that Erica was under
house arrest in the Proctor's.
And Jacob also told her that Jameson knew that their first child was lost because of Erica.
The Proctors and the Rowlands were probably afraid that Jameson would get Erica back, so they put
so much effort to send her away.
But they didn't expect that they actually met in Costspool coincidentally.
This was fate.
The reason why Jameson also came to Costspool was probably because he had received news that
Erica was leaving.
Tiffany asked, "How is that jerk going to deal with Erica?"
"I didn't ask him."
"But anyway, it's all because of that crazy Erica.She deserves all the retribution she gets."
Tiffany did not mention these unpleasant things again.
Instead, she changed the topic, "Where are you staying tonight? At that lady's house you mentioned?"
"It's too late,’’ Sharon said.
"I'm going to stay at the hotel."
After a few more words, the call ended.
Sharon took her clothes and went into the bathroom.
When she was drying her hair after coming out of the bath, Sharon suddenly found a small cut on her
lips and that it had formed a scar.
She leaned closer to the mirror and took a look.
There was a tooth mark next to the scar.
She immediately knew who gave her this scar.
Sharon felt that the slap was indeed too light.
The next morning, when Sharon went downstairs after breakfast and was about to take a taxi to Bridge
Street, she saw Jacob waiting there with a smile on his face.
Behind him, in the black Maserati, sat Jameson, the jerk.
"Ms.Allyson, it's rush hour in the morning.It's not convenient for you to take a taxi.We can drop you off
since we will go there as well” Jacob said casually.
Sharon played dumb, "You are going to the airport? Aren't you here for business? Why leaving so
soon?"
Jacob didn't know how to reply.
At this time, Jameson lowered the car window, glancing at her coldly and said concisely, "Get in the
car."
Sharon curled her lips.
Although their destinations were indeed the same, if she went there by taxi, the jerk would definitely
mock her in front of Charlotte.
Thinking of this, she could only pull open the car door and stoop to get in.
Seeing this, Jacob let out a sigh of relief.
At this critical moment, Mr.Proctor really had to take action himself.
As the car was moving, Sharon leaned on the window and looked at the scenery outside.
Compared to the South City, Costspool was a small city.
Whether it was in autumn or winter, Costspool had its unique beauty.
Snow hung on the branches, occasionally blown away by the wind into snowflakes scattering like
catkins.
In such a relaxing and leisurely city, the rush hour that Jacob had mentioned did not exist at all.
Not long after, the car slowly drove into Bridge Street.
The river in the middle of the street had frozen into ice.
Nearly all the neighbors had moved away.
The door to the ancestral hall was also open.
The entire street looked deserted, no longer as lively as when she first moved here.
She looked at it in a daze for a while.
Then she turned around and asked, "Mr.Proctor, when will the demolition of this place begin?"
"May."
Sharon thought that it would be demolished right after January, but she didn't expect that there would
still be a few months left.
This was also good.
After some time, if she was not busy in the studio, she wanted to bring Tiffany and Ruben over for a
tour.
Soon, the car stopped at the door of Charlotte's house.
When Sharon stepped close to the door, she suddenly realized that Jameson was standing beside the
car, as if he had no intention of entering.
She was slightly surprised and asked, "Mr.Proctor, aren't you going in?"
Jameson said indifferently, "You go in first."
Sharon thought for a moment and took a step forward.
But she then turned around and walked in front of him, and asked, "Did you make Charlotte angry? So
you didn't dare to go in?"
Jameson was speechless.
He looked down at her and said, "Unlike you, I don't have a silver tongue."
Sharon was in a fog, "Then why aren't you going in?"
Jameson said, "I have to make a phone call."
After a pause, he lowered his head and said in alow and somewhat affectionate voice, "Or are you
embarrassed to go in by yourself? Do you need my company?"
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