In the afternoon, Sharon got a call from Jameson when she was about to go home.
"You're not home?" came Jameson's deep voice.
"I got bored, so I came to the studio.But I'm heading back right now."
"Alright.I have something to deal with today, so I might come back late.You don't have to wait for me."
"Did something happen in the company?’
"No, it's nothing serious.I'll tell you when I get back"
"Ok."
After the call, she saw Tiffany enter.
"Sharon, you're not leaving yet?"
Sharon got up from the seat and said, "Let's go."
Tiffany had taken a cab here today due to traffic control, so Sharon gave her a ride.
"Has your Mr.Proctor nagged you to go home yet?"
Sharon smiled, "He has something to do.He'll be home late tonight."
"Honestly, that jerk usually looks quite idle, but when he's busy, he's REAL busy.You get to breathe,
though."
Sharon suddenly felt a little lost.
If these words had been said a year ago, it would've been dry humor.
Who would've anticipated so many things to happen in just a year? Soon, the car arrived at the
destination.
Sharon rolled down the window and asked, "Is it here?"
Tiffany answered, "Yep.I'll go now.Drive safe!"
"Ok.See ya."
After Tiffany left, Sharon retracted her vision and then started the car again.
Back to the apartment building, when she got out of the lift, she heard a baby crying from next door.
Sharon halted her steps.
Having been here for quite some time, she had never heard the baby's noise before.
As she was about to head home, the lift door opened again.
"Ruben” Sharon was surprised, "Why are you here?"
Ruben stood there, looking very calm, "For dinner."
Sharon had indeed mentioned before that he could come for dinner when he wanted.But he had
always turned down the offer.
What a surprise! Sharon figured that perhaps he was feeling bad about what had happened, so he
came to her.
"Come on in" said Sharon as she unlocked the door.
Ruben followed behind.
He took a glance at next door before he got in.
Sharon asked as she was entering the kitchen, "What do you want to eat?"
"Whatever."
Ruben was not picky about food like Jameson was.
Sharon looked inside the fridge and decided to cook whatever was in there.
"Jameson is not here?"
Ruben came to the kitchen entrance.
Sharon answered while cutting vegetables, "He's doing something and will be back late."
Ruben frowned.
"Something? What?"
"I don't know.I didn't ask."
"Why didn't you ask? What if he's lying to you?"
Sharon turned to him and said, "If he’s lying to me, what good will it do to ask? He'll just find some
excuse."
"You're not afraid that he'll do.....something behind your back?" said Ruben in an ambiguous way.
"He won't"
"You trust him?"
Sharon smiled and answered, "You'll know when you're in a relationship.If a person really loves you,
he'll resist all temptations.But if he doesn't, then there's no point worrying because he'll do it anyway"
Sharon thought of something as she was talking.
"How about you? Have you seen Giana Clarke?"
Ruben blushed and turned his eyes away, "I don't know"
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"She has an upcoming movie.So she's on tour right now."
"You're paying close attention, huh?"
"It's all on the internet.You're the only one who doesn't know about it."
Sharon finished placing the dishes and chopsticks, "Alright, let's eat."
"I heard from Jameson Proctor that you're resting at home.But why did I see you come back from
outside? Where did you go?"
"So you talk to Jameson a lot."
"_…”
Perhaps feeling guilty about it, Ruben dug in and stopped talking.
Sharon was just casually talking, so she switched the topic instead, "How's your television career
going?"
"Not bad.It's going."
At this moment, Sharon's phone rang.
It was Jameson calling.
She got up and said, "Ruben, I'll take a call.You go ahead and eat first."
"Alright."
Sharon came to the balcony and answered the phone, "What's up?"
"Home?"
"Yeah.Ruben's here as well.We're eating."
Sharon added, "When will you be here? Should we leave something for you to eat?"
"No.I'll probably be back really late."
"Alright, go back to work then."
"You're not gonna ask me what I'm doing?"
"If you want to tell me, you'll tell me.”
Jameson laughed, "Fine.I'll tell you when I'm back."
Sharon went back indoors.
She looked at Ruben from the entrance, compressed her lips for a while, and then hesitantly walked
over to him.
"Ruben, I have something to tell you."
Ruben took a short pause and asked, "Is it about Josh Allyson?"
Sharon nodded, "He died.....on the day of the funeral."
She hadn't asked Jameson about the autopsy result.
Even if she asked, she wouldn't be able to offer any help.
Ruben's face was dead calm.
He said indifferently, "It's about time."
Sharon said, "Since he's dead now, this whole thing is finished.You don't have to think about it
anymore.You can study hard-love hard!"
"...”
Ruben didn't reply.
After dinner, he volunteered to clean up.
"I'm leaving" said Ruben.
"I walk you out."
"No, it's fine.I'm not a kid.Bye"
Sharon smiled at his back.She knew that it was far from over for both Ruben and her.She only hoped
that Ruben could be free from damage of any kind, no matter what would happen next.Sharon returned
to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.
After some searching on the phone, she learned that Giana Clarke was indeed on her tour.
And it had just started.
It was still a long time before she would return to the South City.
Just when she was about to put down her phone, a piece of news related to the Beale Group popped
up and caught her attention.She froze for two seconds and then clicked in.
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