Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 107: Did You Do It on Purpose?

Because of that nightmare in the afternoon, Sharon couldn't sleep late at night, but kept tossing and turning in bed.

She simply got up to sort through the drafts of this period.

She used to live far away from the company and could work online, but now that she had returned, she had to go Lumiere Jewelry and report her work.

While she was sorting out the drafts, Sharon heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

Soon after, the door to the next room was opened.

It must be Jameson.

Sharon looked at her phone subconsciously and saw that it was one oclock in the morning.

When they lived on Bridge Street, Sharon felt that the jerk was quite idle every day.

Apart from dealing with the documents sent by Jacob occasionally, he was messing with her most of the time.

She didn't expect that he would get so busy after returning to the South City.

After sorting the drafts, Sharon felt a little hungry.

She opened the door and went downstairs to get some food.

Sharon looked at the food in the fridge and did not feel like eating it.

Fortunately, there were many ingredients, so she could cook herself.

Sharon took out chicken wings and potatoes to make a dish.

The chicken wings were clean.

She only needed to remove the bones and add some cooking wine.

Then she cut the potatoes into strips and stuffed them into the chicken wings and put them into the pot to fry.

After doing all this, she added water and simmered for 20 minutes.

Sharon covered the pot and wiped her hands.

Just as she turned around, she saw Jameson leaning against the kitchen door with his hands in his pants pockets and looking at her quietly.

She thought, 'When did this jerk come?'

Jameson said softly, "Weren't you full tonight?"

Sharon nodded and said, "Yes, but I'm hungry again."

After saying that, Sharon was afraid that he would ridicule her for eating too much, so she added tentatively, "It's already one o'clock now, so it's okay to have some late-night snacks, isn't it?" Jameson stepped forward and casually pulled a chair near the dining table to sit.

"You already had dinner, and now you are hungry again, but I haven't had lunch yet. What do you think?"

Sharon did not know what to say.

It wasn't she who didn't let him have lunch, why did he ask her? Thinking that she was the underdog, Sharon asked reluctantly, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

She had to wait here anyway.

Jameson said, "Whatever."

Sharon opened the refrigerator again and quickly scanned it.

It would take quite a while no matter what she cooked.

Moreover, he didn't even have lunch, so she couldn't give him anything spicy, or else his stomach would hurt.

Sharon finally took out two eggs and wanted to make an egg soup.

This should be done at the same time as her chicken wings with potatoes.

After putting the eggs in the pot, Sharon looked at the man sitting at the dining table and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and wait? I'll bring it to you."

"Do I bother you here?"

Sharon curled her lips and remained silent.

They both kept silent, waiting for the time to pass.

After a while, Jameson said, "You should avoid the smoke, right?"

"Well..." Sharon said.

"That doesn't matter. Furthermore, it depends on the situation.As long as the baby doesn't make a trouble, I'll be fine."

Of course, the most important thing was that not only was she hungry, the little fellow was also hungry.

Jameson glanced at her belly without saying anything.

Sharon rubbed her nose and looked back at the stove.

She knew that Jameson did not like the baby.

Thanks to his measly conscience, she could end up here.

She could not ask for anything else.

It didn't take long before the time was up.

Sharon lifted the lid of the pot and the aroma filled the entire kitchen. After sprinkling sesame and scallion, she used chopsticks to put the chicken wings on a plate. Sharon went to bring out the egg soup and sprinkled sesame oil and scallion on it, then put it in front of Jameson.

"Alright, it's done.'

Jameson looked down at the egg soup in front of him and the chicken wings on her plate and said, "Sharon, did you do it on purpose?"

Sharon just picked up a chicken wing and heard his voice before she could bite it.

She followed his sight, looked down at her plate, and then at him.

The egg soup in front of him was tasteless compared to her chicken wings. It seemed that the difference was a little obvious

"Well, you can't eat spicy and greasy food since you didn't have lunch, otherwise your stomach will hurt."

Jameson glanced at her and in a tone that revealed no emotion, he said, "Since you know so well, you must have stomachache often.'

Sharon was silent again.

'Why did this jerk rake up the past?'

'He did it on purpose.Sharon got up and picked up another plate. She pulled out half of the chicken wings and pushed them in front of Jameson.

"Since you want to eat so much, you can eat this after finishing the egg soup."

Hearing this, Jameson said with dissatisfaction, "When did I say I wanted to eat?"

"Then I might have misunderstood. It's fine if you don't want to...Just as Sharon was about to pull the plate back, Jameson shot her a cold glanced. What a dishonest man! Sharon smiled before she coughed and said seriously, "Mr.Proctor, hurry up and eat. It'll be cold in a while."

After saying that, Sharon ignored him and started eating her own food.

She was starving.

When she was full, she had a good stretch.

Seeing that Jameson didn't eat the chicken wings in his plate, she couldn't help but ask, "Mr.Proctor, aren't you going to eat them?"

Jameson said, "Are you full?"

"Yes..."

"Then why do you care so much?"

Once again, Sharon was lost for words.

He was really an ungrateful person.

Sharon ignored him and went upstairs after washing her own tableware.

Jameson squeezed his nose and sat there, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he stood up and left.

The next day, when Sharon woke up, Jameson already left.

Just as she was about to leave after breakfast, the driver hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Mrs. Proctor, let me drive you to work."

Sharon said, "No need.I..."

She was just going to work.

Asking the driver to drive her would be too much hassle.

"Madam, Mr.Proctor told me to drive you if you go out.'

"Alright." Sharon exhaled.

Sharon could even imagine what kind of grand principle that jerk could use to preach her if she didn't agree.

However, this car was too obtrusive.

Sharon had the driver stop at the intersection in front of Lumiere Jewelry.

The driver wanted to say something more, but Sharon was very persistent.

He could only give up.

"Then I'll wait for you nearby.' As he spoke, regardless of whether Sharon agreed or not, he hurried into the car and left.

Sharon took a deep breath and turned towards Lumiere Jewelry.

On the other side of the street, Rita could not help but frown as she watched this scene.

The contempt and disdain in her eyes were even more obvious.

She knew that Sharon's lofty appearance was all pretense.

In essence, she was a vain woman who would sell herself out for money.