After examining Jameson Proctor, the doctor said, "The cold is quite serious.The wound is also infected
and inflamed.You must rest well and keep up with the nutrition."
After that, the doctor said to Sharon Allyson, "Mrs.Proctor, I will change the medicine for Mr.Proctor in a
moment, and after that, I will have to trouble you.In order to avoid the continuous deterioration of the
wound, you have to change it once in the morning and once in the evening."
Sharon Allyson was slightly stunned, "?"
Why was it her business again? Before Sharon Allyson could refuse, the doctor had already taken off
the gauze wrapped around Jameson Proctor's wound.
The wound was so bloody that it looked hideous.
Jameson Proctor looked at her and turned sideways to avoid her eyes, "Go out, I'll change the
medicine myself"
"I'll go then."
After Sharon Allyson left, the doctor said, "Mr.Proctor, your injury is on your right arm, so it may be a bit
troublesome to change the medicine by yourself."
Jameson Proctor said, "I'll live."
Doctor, ".."
When Sharon Allyson went back, she saw Paisley Gregory staring at her meaningfully.
She poured a glass of water to drink, "What's wrong?"
"Why are you back so early today? And you just took the sheets out for Jameson Proctor, right?"
Sharon Allyson said, "He had a cold, and I couldn't find a change of sheets, so I went ahead and..."
"I don't know what's going on with you guys.Together for a while, separate for a while.What's all the
fuss about?"
Sharon Allyson didn't answer and turned to go into the kitchen to make porridge.
In the living room, the little one was taking a nap, turning over to reveal his white and tender tummy.
Sharon Allyson pulled the quilt over him and gently tucked him in.
Paisley Gregory said, "Hey, are you making that porridge for Jameson Proctor? Sharon Allyson turned
her head to look at her and spoke lightly, "Do you know what the villains usually die of?"
"What?"
"Talking too much."
Paisley Gregory, "..."
She froze for a few seconds, exasperated, "Who are you calling a villain!"
Sharon Allyson showed a smile, "Good that you get it."
Paisley Gregory snorted coldly, "How insensitive!"
At that moment, the porridge in the pot boiled.
Sharon Allyson got up, opened the fridge, and took out the chicken and vegetables to make shredded
chicken and vegetable porridge.
When it was done, she served it in a bowl and took it next door.
In the bedroom, Jameson Proctor was lying on the bed.
His cold features were a little sickly, and she didn't know if he was asleep or what.
The doctor had left.
Sharon Allyson put the porridge on the bed, "I cooled it down with cool water.It's not hot.You can eat it
straight away now.Take your medicine half an hour after the meal."
Jameson Proctor opened his eyes, "Made it for me?"
Sharon Allyson's face did not change, "Feeding the dog."
Jameson Proctor, "..."
Sharon Allyson said, "I'm leaving."
Jameson Proctor took her wrist and glanced at his right hand, "The doctor said this hand can't be
moved."
Sharon Allyson looked at the hand he was holding hers with, "You're fine with this one."
Jameson Proctor instantly dropped his hand again, "As you can see, it can barely move.It's still difficult
to eat."
Sharon Allyson's eyelids twitched.
He had so many tricks.
She sat on the edge of the bed, took the porridge in her hand, and placed a spoonful on his lips.
Jameson Proctor's dark eyes rose to a smile as he bowed his head and opened his mouth.
The bowl of porridge was soon finished, and Sharon Allyson said, "Where's your medicine?"
Jameson Proctor's chin lifted slightly and he looked to the coffee table.
Sharon Allyson said, "I'll get some water.You go back to sleep.I'll call you when it's time to take your
medicine."
Jameson Proctor's dark eyes gazed at her and he said slowly, "Still angry?"
Sharon Allyson didn't answer, just put the porridge on the tray and got up to leave.
"I'm not lying to you.The hair dryer is really broken.You can go confirm if you don't believe me."
Jameson Proctor said with a hoarse voice, "I don't always lie."
"I do not have that leisure time.Whether the hairdryer is broken or not, I don't care."
With those words, Sharon Allyson turned to leave with the tray in hand.
A few minutes later, she came in with a glass of water, unwrapped the medicine again, and handed it to
Jameson Proctor according to the dosage marked on it.
Sharon Allyson said, "I read the instructions.This medicine will make you sleepy.You take it and go
Straight to sleep."
Jameson Proctor looked up at her, "Are you leaving?"
"Yeah? Should I sit here and watch you sleep?"
Jameson Proctor patted the empty space on the bed, "You can sleep together"
Sharon Allyson, "..."
She left immediately, leaving the cur with an indifferent back.
Jameson Proctor pressed his temples and picked up his bedside phone, on which countless missed
calls and WeChat messages had piled up.
Jameson Proctor tapped on them and dealt with them one by one.
When Sharon Allyson came over again, she saw him pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand and
holding his phone with the other, and frowned, "Why are you still awake?"
"I thought you were gone"
The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.
Sharon Allyson looked to the bag on the couch, "I didn't get my stuff."
She walked over, picked up the bag, closed the curtains again, and turned her head to look at Jameson
Proctor.
Jameson Proctor met her gaze and, after a moment of silence, put down his phone.
Sharon Allyson said, "I'm out of here."
Jameson Proctor looked at her back, and coldly spoke out, "What's for dinner tonight?"
Sharon Allyson turned around, "What do you want to eat?"
Jameson Proctor's lips curved slightly, "Anything, I'm not picky."
He's not picky? Then there's no picky person in this world! She went out of the bedroom, and when she
reached the foyer, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Why did she agree so easily to make dinner for him!? She had just closed the door, ready to go back
when the door next door opened.
Tiffany poked a head out, gossip written all over her face, "What's up?"
" I “ Sharon Allyson lost her words.She took a moment before saying, "Jameson Proctor is sick and I'm
bringing him food."
Tiffany was impressed, "It's too much trouble for you to go back and forth.Why don't you just let him
move over?"
"No, he's got a bad cold.He'll infect the baby."
"Then you'll move in?"
"Am I crazy?"
Tiffany sighed, "Woman, your name is ‘want something but won't say it'."
Sharon Allyson, "..."
After a pause, Sharon Allyson added, "I still have to go to the office.You keep an eye on the next door
for me.If he moves, go in and check.I'll be back in two hours tops."
Tiffany nodded, "Okay, you go, but I do think Mr.Proctor is still quite resilient.I understand your concern
and nervousness.Don't worry.I will keep an eye on him at all times."
Sharon Allyson opened her mouth to say something and then gave up.
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