Sharon put the baby on the crib, and then directly ordered him to leave, "Mr.Proctor should leave, it's
time for me to sleep."
Jameson looked up at her and slowly said, "If there is only one person on the bed, it is called rest.Only
if there are two on the bed, it can be called sleep.Do you want my company?"
What? What the f*ck? Just as Sharon was about to ask him to get out, the phone in her bag rang.
She was afraid of waking up the baby, so she immediately answered it.
Noticing the one who called, Sharon glanced at the man sitting on the sofa and walked into the
bathroom.
Before the bathroom door closed, Jameson heard the word "Trey".
Jameson put down the book in his hand, his thin lips were tightly pressed together.
In the bathroom.
After the door was closed, Sharon opened the window and said, "What's the matter?"
Trey said, "Tiffany said you went to Costspool.Did you have fun there?"
Sharon smiled, "It's fun.I can feel the pace of life here is slower than the South City, which is much
more comfortable."
"Sounds like a good place to rest, I wish I can pay a visit some day.’ Trey paused for a moment and
slowly said, "When will you be back, Sharon?"
"In two or three days, I guess."
Trey continued, "There will be a classmate reunion this weekend.Are you going?"
Sharon said, "I can't decide just yet.But didn't we just had a reunion? Why they organized another
again?"
"Last time, there were only a few of us.This time, it's for the whole class.If you won't be there, I won't be
there either” Hearing his words, Sharon was quite stressed.She thought for a moment, "I'll ask Tiffany
first and see if she wants to go."
Sharon did not like parties or reunions.
She was not familiar with most of the students in the class and after graduation, she lost contact with
them.
This was biggest reunion for them in years.
She only wanted to ask Tiffany to see if she had to be there.
If not, she probably wouldn't go to such a reunion.
"Alright."
Trey said, "Sharon, when will you be back? I'll pick you up at the airport.’
"No need, I..."
There was a knock on the door, which interrupted Sharon's words.
Before she could react, the jerk's voice came from outside.
"Have you finished your shower? I've been waiting for half an hour.’ Sharon said nothing.
The jerk definitely did it on purpose! On the phone, Trey was silent for a moment and said, "It seems
you're busy.Let me know if you've made your decision, Sharon."
After Sharon hung up the phone, Sharon opened the door and glared fiercely at the man.
She wanted to scold this man with every swear word she could think of, suddenly she remembered that
there was a baby in the room.
She tried her best to be patient.
Jameson leaned leisurely against the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest, "You've been in
there for too long.I need to use it."
"I believe Mr.Proctor has a room of his own."
Sharon's voice seemed to have been squeezed out from between her teeth.
"The water heater in my room is broken."
As Jameson said this, he pulled Sharon out of the bathroom and said, "Go and get my clothes for me.It
doesn't matter if you don't want to take it.I don't mind..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Sharon pushed him in and closed the door tightly.
She took several deep breaths before gradually calming herself down.
Forget it.
It was because she grabbed his sleeve in the Twilight Club three years ago.
In the end, it was her fault.
As aman sows and so he shall reap.
Sharon went to Jameson's room, looked around and did not find the suitcase.
Finally, she opened his wardrobe.
There were quite a few clothes of that jerk in the wardrobe.
It seemed that he would occasionally stay here for a long time.
Sharon couldn't help but frown.
Had that jerk returned to live here after leaving with her last time? However, Sharon thought for a while.
Charlotte was Jameson's mother.
It was reasonable for Jameson to come back from time to time since she was here.
She randomly took a housecoat from the wardrobe.
Just as she was about to leave, she turned back expressionlessly and looked at the wardrobe.
"Be patient."
She said to herself.
When she returned to her room, she put his clothes on a chair outside of the bathroom, knocked on the
door, and said irritably, "Mr.Proctor, your clothes are ready.’
The sound of water in the bathroom paused for a moment before Jameson calmly asked, "Have you
got them all?"
Sharon gritted his teeth tightly as he spat out word by word, "I got them all!"
Considering the possibility of Jameson continuing with his tricks, she did get everything for him.
This jerk was so annoying.
Sharon ignored him and went straight to the bed.
After taking off her jacket, she wrapped herself tightly in a quilt.
After a short time, the bathroom door opened and closed again.
Even through a thick quilt, Sharon could hear someone was putting on clothes.
Two minutes later, the bathroom door was opened again.
Jameson wiped his hair as he came out.
When he noticed the unnatural bulge on the bed, a smile appeared on his face.
Sharon reminded him under the quilt, "Since Mr.Proctor has finished his shower.Please go back to your
room.I want to sleep.No! I want to rest!"
Jameson said, "Aren't you going to take a shower? Just go.I'll help you keep an eye on him."
"No need!"
"You've been wandering outside all day.Don't you think you need a shower?"
"If that can keep you away from me, I'll be fine."
Jameson said, "If you don't take a shower now, I will sleep beside you.’ Sharon sat up from her bed,
hoping someone could kill him for her.
Jameson sat on the sofa and said indifferently, "I'll leave when you finish."
"Really? I don't believe it."
Jameson looked at her and chuckled, "If I planned to do something, why should I wait until now?"
"Mr.Proctor, don't you feel ashamed of saying these words?"
The jerk said these words like he was innocent and pure.
Jameson's slender legs crossed, "Believe it or not."
The jerk just sat there without any intention of leaving.
Sharon looked at the sleeping baby beside him and finally decided to stay.
She resolutely refused to take a shower with him in the room and fell back onto the bed, using the quilt
to cover herself.
Jameson said nothing.
Just as he was about to say something, Sharon said, "Mr.Proctor, no matter what you do, there is a
limit."
Although she had been enduring today, it didn't mean that the jerk could cross the line.
Jameson pinched his nose, "Can't you just trust me?"
"This is not about trust!"
"Then what's that?" Sharon ignored him again.
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