As the meeting began, Sharon was sitting in the lounge next door, looking at the phone on her
knees.She never intended to check his phone.She simply wanted him to have no chance to contact the
men in South City.She took a deep breath and then dialed Tiffany's number on her own phone, asking
her to leave right away.
Tiffany had long been ready to move.
Upon taking her call, she left immediately.
Sharon sat in the lounge as time went by slowly.Her long wait had begun.
During this whole time, Jameson's phone didn't ring even once.
An hour passed, and her phone rang again.
It was from Tiffany.
She felt out of breath as she hurriedly picked up the call, "Hey Tiffany, how's it going?"
"I've searched through all these apartments.I found a middle-aged couple and a single male.There was
no one in the other two, but I asked around.They said that a young couple lives in one of the
apartments, and the people in the other apartment left two months ago and haven't come back.
"I even met a guard on patrol.He had no impression of the person you talked about, and he's never
heard child's crying here before."
Sharon didn't know whether she should feel glad or down.So, it was nothing but a coincidence?
Perhaps, the keycard she picked up didn't belong to Harley Cook.
But she really.....
Tiffany continued, "Sharon, I can stay here until night if you're still concerned.Perhaps I should check
the surveillance as well?"
"No, just go home, Tiffany."
After hanging up the phone, Sharon leaned back against the couch and pressed her brows, suddenly
feeling weary.
If it kept on going like this, Sharon would think she had become sick and oversensitive due to the high
pressure.
Whenever she felt close to the truth, it would turn out to be the opposite of what she had thought.
Every single time! Sharon looked blanky outside the window, feeling empty inside.
After some time, the door was open, and Jameson came before her, "What's wrong?"
Sharon retrieved her thoughts, "Nothing.Just a little dizzy"
Jameson put a hand on her forehead and frowned.
"It's a little hot.You should go to the hospital."
Sharon shook her hand as she pulled down his hand, "I'm fine.It's probably just the weather these
days.I'll take some medicine and rest."
Jameson took off his coat to cover her with it, "Let's go."
"Your meeting's over?"
He softly confirmed.
Sharon got up and handed over the phone, "There was no call but a couple of texts.I didn't read
them.Probably work-related."
Jameson raised his eyebrows, "How come you didn't read them.I told you the password, right?"
"I don't know if I could end up smiling, so I figure I might as well not do it."
".....” Jameson went quiet.
Sharon took his hand and said, "Let's head back.I'm a little sleepy."
"Ok."
Sharon went on, "I mean is if you don't have anything else to do here, let's go back to South City.I don't
want to stay here any longer."
"How about tomorrow morning? If it doesn't stop raining tonight, we'll have to settle another time for the
demolition."
"Sure,"
Sharon nodded.
Jameson patted her on the head and laughed softly, "How come you're so sweet today?"
Much to his surprise, Sharon kept being sweet even after coming back to the room.
Jameson called the hotel to deliver some cold medicine.
As he was getting water for her, Sharon grabbed his shirt and threw her body on him.
Jameson lost balance and fell onto the sofa with her, trying his best to keep the water from spilling.
He stared at her with his dark eyes and said in a lowered voice, "No medicine?"
Sharon wrapped around his neck with her arms and looked at him with watery eyes.
"No."
"What do you want to do then?" he said with a magnetic and seductive voice.
Sharon's vision fell onto his lips.She lifted his chin and then kissed him.
Jameson hugged her slim waist with one hand and set the glass on the tea table with the other.He held
the back of her head to reinforce the kiss, making him the dominant one in a matter of moments.
Sharon, who was under him, grabbed tight to the sides of his shirt.
The temperature in the room rose to the maximum in no time.
Jameson got up and kissed her on the lips, "Give me a minute."
Knowing what he was going to do, Sharon stopped him.
"Hmm?"
"Just do it like this"
Sharon panted softly with water in her eyes.
"Like this?"
"Yeah." Jameson looked at her quietly.
Sharon was unusually cooperative and active tonight.
At midnight, she finally closed her eyes, exhausted.
Jameson carried her up, saying gently, "Take the medicine before you sleep."
Sharon said with a weak voice, "I let you do it without a condom, and you ask me to take pills?"
"??"
He grabbed her shoulders and said, "Hurry up.You've gone delirious."
"I…”
Sharon opened her eyes with a significant amount of effort and then put the medicine in her mouth.
Jameson then turned to get the water and watched her drink it.
After that, he finally put her down on the bed.
Seeing that he was leaving, Sharon held him, "Where are you going?"
"Cleaning up the sofa."
Sharon turned her back to Jameson as she pictured the scene of the sofa in her head, "See ya."
Jameson smiled softly and put a quilt on her.
The sofa was a mess.
After twenty minutes, Jameson returned to the bedroom and found Sharon asleep.
He crouched down next to her on his knees and whispered, "Sharon, wanna eat?"
The only response he got was calm and even breathing.
Jameson tidied up her hair and then left the bedroom.He came to the balcony with his phone in hand.
"Mr.Proctor"
"What happened today?" Jameson coolly asked.
"That friend of Miss Alyson's came.But don't worry, Mr.Proctor.Everything was done according to your
plan.There was no mistake at all.Mrs.Clarke and the young master have both moved to the other
apartment building" Matthew Gray reported.
Jameson leaned against the rail and lit up a cigarette.
"Alright, “ he said in a voice in which it was hard to detect any emotion.
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