Jameson Proctor leaned in the doorway and saw Sharon Allyson coming out with her luggage, and the
smile on his lips gradually deepened.
When he met Sharon Allyson's eyes, he raised his eyebrows slightly and took a step back to give her
the way in.
Sharon Allyson took two steps but stopped at the door of his other apartment.She tried the password,
wrong.
Sharon Allyson turned her head to Jameson Proctor, "What's the password?"
Jameson Proctor turns toward the house, "Forgot."
Sharon Allyson, "..."
She swung her fist at his back.
At that moment, the door next door opened and Tiffany poked her head out to see her with her luggage
and asked, "Sharon, do you want to come stay with me for some days?"
Sharon Allyson shook her head, "I don't want to give you the cold."
Daniel also came out, "Or how about this? Tiffany goes to my place to stay, Miss Allyson you stay at
her place.You can also watch the child at any time."
Tiffany followed, "Yes, Sharon, I think ..."
Tiffany saw the man's expressionless face from across, and she instantly swallowed back the rest of
the words.
Sharon Allyson pressed her eyebrows, "Forget it.It's raining so hard outside.It's not convenient for you
to go out."
Tiffany immediately agreed, "I think you have a point, then we will not go.Good night, Sharon"
Daniel wanted to say something else, but was immediately dragged inside by Tiffany and quickly
closed the door.
Sharon Allyson turned to see Jameson passing through the living room as if nothing had happened,
cup in hand.
She snorted, lifted her leg and walked in.
Closing the door, Sharon Allyson put her things down and then went to the bedroom closet and
grabbed a quilt and put it on the couch.
Jameson Proctor walked over and spoke slowly, "I wouldn't mind sharing the bed with you."
Sharon Allyson ignored him, put down the quilt, grabbed her bags and went straight into the bedroom.
Jameson Proctor followed her, "Sharon ..."
Bang! The door was slammed shut.
Jameson Proctor, "..."
So the couch was for him? He raised his hand and knocked on the door, "You let a patient sleep on the
couch?"
"Thanks to you, I'm a patient now too."
"We can sleep together."
Sharon Allyson locked the door.
Jameson Proctor stood outside the door with one arm crossed and his tongue against his teeth for two
minutes before walking toward the couch.
After half an hour, there was another knock on the bedroom door.
Jameson Proctor's voice came, "Dinner's ready."
At that, Sharon Allyson rubbed her stomach, put down the draft in her hand, and opened the bedroom
door.
On the dining table, there was porridge and some small side dishes.
Obvious, he had someone send it.
Sharon Allyson sat down quietly.
Jameson Proctor sat across from her and said slowly, "Are you feeling better?"
Sharon Allyson served the porridge and said, "Better than this morning."
Jameson Proctor raised his hand, crossed the table, and placed it on her forehead.
Sharon Allyson froze, and then heard him say, "Good, the temperature is normal.
"...I didn't have a fever in the first place."
Jameson Proctor slowly withdrew his hand, "Really?"
After eating, Sharon Allyson looked at the time.It was 9:00 pm.
She boiled the water for the medicine she was going to take later and went back to her bedroom to
work on her designs.
Recently, a lot of things had piled up, and the studio had opened online sales channels, but the new
models had not yet been launched.
Sharon Allyson had a rare moment of peace, so she put her whole heart and soul into the design,
completely forgetting that she had to take her medication, and she didn't hear the knock on the door.
Jameson Proctor pushed open the door and saw her sitting at her desk, pencil quickly sketching lines
on her sketchpad.
Sharon Allyson only subconsciously looked up when the glass of water was placed on the table.
Jameson Proctor said, "Take the medicine"
"Oh."
Sharon Allyson took the medicine he handed her and touched the glass again; the water was just the
right temperature.
When she finished the medicine, Jameson Proctor took the glass of water again and turned to leave.
Sharon Allyson saw this and raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, probably because she didn't expect
him not to look for trouble this time.
Looking at the draft that had taken shape in front of her, Sharon Allyson got up and stretched, took a
few steps, and gently opened the door.
Outside, Jameson Proctor was taking his medication.She thought he really didn't want the arm
anymore.
Closing the door, she sat down and continued to draw the design.
Somehow, she didn't feel like sleeping after taking the meds.
By the time Sharon Allyson looked up again, it was already 12:00 at midnight.She came out of the
bedroom and saw Jameson Proctor sitting in front of the couch, working on his computer.
Sharon Allyson grabbed the medical kit and walked over.
When she sat down, Jameson Proctor put down the computer.
While changing the medicine, Sharon Allyson's eyes lingered on his wound for a few seconds.
The first two changes were in the bedroom, where the light was somewhat dim, and now the wound
looked more alarming in the light of the living room.
Noticing her gaze, Jameson Proctor covered her eyes with his palm, "Don't look."
Sharon Allyson said, "How am I supposed to change your medicine without looking?"
"I'll instruct you."
Sharon Allyson, "..."
Why does he have to make a simple thing so complicated? Jameson Proctor took the swab and put it
in her hand, took her hand again, and put it next to the wound.
Sharon Allyson listened to his command the whole time and finally was good enough to finish changing
the medicine this time.
She cleaned up the garbage while saying, "It's not the first time.What are you shy about?"
"You didn't show that look before."
Sharon Allyson opened her mouth, unable to find the words to retort for a moment.
Jameson Proctor said, "Protecting you is what I should have done.You don't have to blame yourself."
Sharon Allyson raised her voice, "I'm not blaming myself!"
Jameson Proctor's lips hooked up, "I can hear you.You don't have to be so loud."
Sharon Allyson gritted her teeth, but couldn't resist kicking him.He really was a jerk.
Originally, she had felt a little guilty.
But it had been well suppressed by her and did not show.But he had to remind her.
Sharon Allyson had just gotten up when her wrist was gripped.
Jameson Proctor yanked hard, and she sat in his arms.
Sharon Allyson struggled hard, "Let go!"
Jameson Proctor grunted, and his eyebrows knitted slightly, "Stop it.It hurts."
"You keep pretending."
"If the wound is open, you'll have to do it again.I'm thinking for your sake."
His arm tightened around her waist, "Still angry?"
"Are you a recorder? You have to ask it again every day.Angry angry angry angry! I'm so angry ..."
Before Sharon Allyson could finish her sentence, her lips were gagged.
Jameson Proctor pressed the back of her head before she could react, and the tip of his tongue probed
in.
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