Sharon simply closed her eyes and ignored him.
That jerk gave her a message, and she knew what he was up to.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, on the way back, Sharon did not fall asleep much, just dazing and
feeling headache faintly.
She didn't know how long it took before the car finally stopped.
Sharon slowly opened her eyes.
Just as she was about to open the car door and leave, the man said indifferently, "Why don't you invite
me up?"
"Mr.Proctor, do you need my invitation?"
Jameson raised his eyebrows and did not comment.
In the lift, Sharon frowned as she gently rubbed her temples.
Jameson glanced at her and said, "If you don't know how to drink, why would you get drunk?"
Sharon took a deep breath.
Who was it for? After opening the door, the living room was very quiet.
Tiffany should have fallen asleep.
Sharon walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.
Just as she was about to drink, someone snatched the glass from her hand.
Jameson said, "You can't drink cold water in this weather."
After saying that, Jameson entered the kitchen with the glass of water in his hand.
Not long after, he came out with the boiled hot water and placed it in front of her.
Then he asked suddenly, "How to make the hangover soup?"
Sharon was lying on the table, probably not expecting him to say that.
She was stunned for a moment before she said, "What?"
Jameson said, "Aren't you uncomfortable?"
Sharon laughed dryly, "I'm just a little dizzy.I just need to sleep.There's no need to bother you."
Jameson looked at her expressionlessly and repeated, "How to make it?"
"Just ...
I'm dizzy, I don't want to speak.’ After saying that, she lay directly on the table.
She indeed came up with a brilliant excuse.
Jameson stood there for two seconds, gritting his teeth, and then he turned around and returned to the
kitchen.
Not long after, Sharon heard the sounds of banging and crackling in the kitchen.
Recalling what happened in Bridge Street, she was really afraid that that jerk would blow up the
kitchen.
Sharon raised her head and saw the tall back of the man under the light.
Inexplicably, she felt warm in her heart.
She propped herself up on one hand, supported her chin, and looked at him quietly.
Jameson's suit jacket was placed on the back of the chair opposite her.
The cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up as he held his phone while looking for the corresponding
ingredients.
From afar, Sharon could feel that he was out of place in doing all this.
Sharon couldn't help but think when she looked at him.
Every dog had its day.
In the past, when Jameson returned home drunk, not only did she have to adapt to his disposition, she
had to make the hangover soup, only to receive a sarcastic mockery.
Now that the situation had changed, she should have been happy.
But for some reason, she couldn't be happy anyway.
Not knowing how long it took, Sharon slowly withdrew her gaze, picked up the warm water in front of
her, and took a sip.
After she drank half a glass of water, a steaming bowl of hangover soup was placed in front of her.
The man was a little nervous.
"Try it."
Looking at the black liquid in the bowl and the unknown object floating in it.
Sharon immediately felt partially awake from the wine.
She said, "I'd better not.I suddenly feel that I'm not that uncomfortable."
Jameson said, "Try it.If you can't drink it, just pour it out."
Sharon felt that if she didn't drink it, that jerk was ready to directly pour it into her mouth.
Sharon held the small bowl gloomily and slowly put it to her mouth.
She took a sip.
A bitter smell instantly spread in her mouth.
Sharon couldn't help but cough violently.
Even poison would taste better.
Jameson pursed his thin lips and took the bowl from her hand.
He patted her back with one hand and said, "Forget it."
Sharon coughed for a long time before he said weakly, "Mr.Proctor, it's better not to force yourself to do
something that you're not good at next time.Otherwise, you'll have to visit me in the hospital next time.’
Hearing this, Jameson curled his lips.
"You want me to do it for you next time?"
"...I'm sorry.My mistake.There's no next time."
"You're in such good spirits.It seems that you are indeed not uncomfortable."
Sharon said angrily, "Mr.Proctor, are you still not leaving?"
Jameson's hand on her back paused for a moment, then he withdrew it.
He frowned and said unhappily, "Are you so eager to drive me away?"
Sharon kindly reminded, "It's already one oclock in the morning.Even if Mr.Proctor doesn't sleep, others
still need to sleep."
Jameson pursed his thin lips and said after a few seconds, "You can sleep with me."
Sharon was speechless.
How on earth could he say such brazen words without even blushing? Sharon looked at him quietly, "If
you don't leave, I will call the police."
Jameson looked down at his watch.
It was indeed getting late.
He took his coat, took two steps and turned back.
He took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to Sharon.
Sharon took it.
"Thank..."
But before she could finish her sentence, he caressed the back of her neck with his big warm palm and
brought her forward.
The next second, Sharon felt a mischievous bit on her lips.
Immediately afterwards, the man said with a smile, "You're welcome.I've received your honorarium."
With the sound of the door closing, Sharon fell back onto the table, his entire body sickly.
At this time, Sharon heard a few tiny rumbles coming from the side.
She turned around and saw Tiffany lying in the living room with the curiosity about the gossip.
"Weren't you asleep?" Sharon's eyelids twitched.
Tiffany said, "When have you ever seen me go to bed so early? When I heard the door open, I ran to
the door to take a look.When I saw that you came back with that jerk, I returned to my room.How was it
tonight? Did anything exciting happen? Did he and Trey get into a fight?"
When Tiffany mentioned Trey, Sharon remembered that she didn't know what was going on with Trey.
She subconsciously took out her phone, but she realized that it was already midnight.
Sharon turned on her phone and saw several missed calls from Trey.
No wonder that jerk refused to give her the phone.
Sharon thought for a moment before she sent a message to Trey, saying that she had arrived home.
Seeing this, Tiffany leaned over and said, "After tonight, Trey would give up."
"I owe him."
Sharon pursed her lips.
"Well, actually, I should be blamed for this.I shouldn't make a match for you blindly."
Tiffany sat beside her and sighed.
"If it weren't for Jameson, Trey would be a good choice.Unfortunately, the order of appearances in life
is very important."
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