Sharon bit her lip, answering not.
"What do you wanna eat? I'll go get it for you," said Jameson in a stern voice.
"Whatever is fine."
"Wait here then.Don't move around.Just ring the call bell to get the nurse if you need anything."
"Aight," said Sharon as she looked at him, confused.
'Why is he not happy again!?' In an instant, Jameson left the ward.
Sharon took a deep breath and then started looking for her phone, which was nowhere to be found.She
was too exhausted to get off the bed to look for it, so she sat there waiting for Jameson.
He was back very soon, bringing a big load of food.
"I can't eat that much!"
"Even though I'm a nobody to you, I still need to eat," said Jameson indifferently.
‘What is wrong with this person!? What did I do NOW?' Sharon was about to put away the quilt and get
off, but Jameson ordered, "Stay there."
It was way too intimidating that she immediately lay back on the bed.
Jameson put a bowl of plain rice congee on the little overbed table along with a few bland side dishes
and then returned to the tea-table.
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Sharon took a look at the food in front of Jameson and that in front of her, "This is it for me?"
Jameson kept a straight face, "You said whatever is fine, right?"
"I did.But I can eat other things as well, you know? Didn't you buy a lot of food?"
"These are mine,"
Jameson uttered these words deliberately.
Sharon took a deep breath.She decided to swallow the anger this time.
But the food got more and more bland and unappetizing as she was eating.But the dishes on the other
side were all her favorite.
'He's doing it intentionally! He doesn't even like spicy food!"
Sharon began to plead, "Mr.Jameson, can I taste that....."
"Nope."
"Just one bite....."
"You won't get a half."
Sharon curled her lip up.
‘Fine! A**hole!' She moved aside the congee and small side dishes, lay down again, and covered her
head with the quilt to block the tempting smell of the food.
The doctor and the nurse came after a while to examine her.They said that she had fainted only
because of too much stress and anxiety.
A few days’ rest would be sufficient to bring her back to good health.
"So when can I get out of here?"
"Well..."
"Half a month," said Jameson.
Sharon was shocked, "I passed out, yes, but I didn't break my leg.Why do I need to rest for so long?"
The doctor coughed, "Well, your condition is not serious, but you really shouldn't work yourself too hard
now.Anything or anybody could influence your mood and, therefore, your recovery.So it would be better
if you could rest until you fully recover."
The doctor didn't even give Sharon a chance to object to it.
"So we'll be leaving now.If you need anything, just ring the bell."
Sharon didn't get a chance to talk to the doctor.
"Did you hear what he said? Sleep now" said Jameson."It was only advice, and I can choose not to
take it!"
Jameson didn't say anything.He simply stared at her, lips pursed.
Sharon knew nothing good would come out of his mouth, so she hurriedly turned her back at Jameson,
"Fine, fine! I'll sleep now.Let's talk tomorrow."
It went quiet behind her.
Sharon was indeed tired.
Not long after her eyes were closed, she fell asleep.
After no one knew how long, she felt that someone got on the bed and hugged her from behind.
Perhaps they had been together for long enough that even inside the ward, she didn't feel any
discomfort at all.She spontaneously turned around and buried herself in his arms.
Jameson held her waist and put his chin on her head.The ice in his eyes slowly melted.He realized that
she had never intended to tell him about what happened today.If he hadn't rushed there, she would've
collapsed there without help.
At this thought, his anger flooded back.
Seeing her sleep so peacefully, he couldn't help but bit her lip, leaving faint tooth marks on it.
Sharon felt the pain and was about to push his head away, but he had already withdrawn his mouth
and put her in his arms again.
After what had happened, it was best for her to stay in the hospital.
Or she would be worried to death again about all the messes out there.
The police station.
When all the formal procedures were dealt with, it was already 11 at night.
Josh Allyson was put into prison directly as he was an escaped convict, to begin with.
As for the case of hiding the corpse, they still need to wait for further notice as the case progressed.
He was cursing and yelling at Ruben when he was taken away, screaming that Ruben would always
live under his shadow because he was his biological father.
Ruben kept his face expressionless the whole time, not saying anything.
Upon exiting the police station, Tiffany said, "Ruben, he's a mad man.Everything he said was
bullsh*t.Don't take it to heart."
Ruben was thinking about nobody knew what, but he nodded and simply replied, "Ok."
Tiffany had her mouth open but couldn't utter a word.
Her efforts were futile.
"It's late.I'll drive you back to school,"
Daniel proposed.
"No, it's fine.The gate is closed already."
"How about you go to my place?"
"No, thanks."
Tiffany asked, "So where are you going to stay for the night?"
"Don't mind me.I have places to go."
"That won't do.I have to take you back safely, or how can I report to your sister? She is hospitalized
right now.You don't want her to worry, do you?"
Ruben frowned and spoke no more.
Daniel added, "Anyway, you should just stay at the hospital tonight.I'm not going back tonight, so no
one would bother you."
Tiffany sensed something strange.
She turned to look at Daniel and found that he was looking at her as well.
'He's not gonna follow me around, right?’ She ignored him straight away and then said to Ruben, "If
you want to stay in a hotel, that's fine too."
"I'll go to the hospital," said Ruben after a while.
"Jameson Proctor is there with your sis.You're sure you wanna spoil their time?"
"....”
Ruben paused for a second and said, "I won't go in then."
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