Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 158: Can't You Just Talk?

Sharon raised her eyebrows and said, "No, I don't think so."

"I also want to go to college again. How wonderful love is when I was a student.I haven't experienced that feeling for along time."

"It's up to him.I asked him last time, he..."

Sharon couldn't help but smile and shake her head when she recalled the conversation.After chatting for a while, they heard a knock at the door of the private room.

The waiters started to serve.A figure passed by the door and subconsciously looked over.

Then, she turned around and walked into the private room.

"What a coincidence!"

Tiffany and Sharon raised their heads at the same time and saw Giana standing at the door.

Giana had been filming on the set for the past few months.

She had heard that something had happened to Sharon and had called to comfort her.

However, she hadn't expected that she would bump into them here just when she was back.

"You are here for dinner?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, I came here with Jam..."

Giana swallowed back the words on the tip of her tongue.She changed the topic and laughed with embarrassment.

"My boss is here for a business dinner. It's about a movie, so he asked me to come with him."

Tiffany had no idea who the boss she was talking about was.

"Then when will it end? We'll be here waiting for you, and we are now waiting for Sharon's younger brother." Giana quickly rolled her eyes and smiled.

"It is almost over. I'll tell them I'm leaving, and then I'll come over. You eat first. Don't wait for me, I've already had a lot."

"Alright."

After Giana left, Tiffany picked up a piece of dessert. She suddenly realized something while eating.

Giana was an artist of the Proctor Group, so her boss was...

Tiffany felt that the dessert tasted less flavorful in an instant.

It slipped from the chopsticks and fell into the bowl.

'Da*n! She had been busy for two months and came to the restaurant recommended by her friend.

She didn't expect that jerk to be here as well.

She secretly turned her head to observe Sharon's reaction.

The latter was drinking water.

When she met Tiffany's gaze, she tilted upwards slightly at the corners.

"What's wrong?" Tiffany smiled.

"Nothing. Sharon, don't just drink water. Ruben will arrive in a while. Have some food."

As she spoke, she picked up food for Sharon with her chopsticks. Soon, Sharon's bowl was full.

Speechless, Sharon stared blankly at her bowl. Giana was back in the private room next door.

After Giana sat down, she drank some water. She used the glass to cover her facial expression and glanced at the man beside her.Jameson looked at her coldly. Even if he didn't say a word, it still made her feel guilty.

After a while, Giana thought it was time. She put down her glass and coughed.

"Mr.Proctor, and everyone, I just received a call. Something happened at home. Sorry, I must go now. Please go on, enjoy your meal."

But what she didn't expect was that just as she picked up her bag, Jameson asked in a cold voice, "What happened?"

"Just...something personal. Thank you for your concern, Mr.Proctor.' Jameson raised his eyelids.

His eyes seemed to bore into her.

It was as if he was saying that it did not seem to be something personal from the look in her eyes just now.

Giana knew that this jerk wasn't that easy to deal with, so she gave a sweet smile and said, "Actually, I met two friends when I went out just now.I haven't seen them for a long time, so..."

Jameson said coldly, "Who will play the leading role in this movie? You or me?"

Giana knew that this was a mockery of her working attitude of being irresponsible.

She said, "We've already talked about the details. The rest is up to you.I know that I acted rashly today, but I'm really sorry. My friend is disappointed in love. She met a two-timer. She suffered a lot both physically and mentally.I need to go and comfort her."

Jameson said impolitely, "Don't you have other better things to do?"

The others in the room laughed and tried to ease the atmosphere, "Giana is right. We've talked about the details. Since that's the case, Mr.Proctor, let's talk about the rest. Giana should care more about her friend when something like this happens to her friend."

Giana also echoed, "You're right. My friend is quite nice.She is beautiful and has outstanding abilities.I wonder which jerk did such a thing to hurt her. He must be blind."

Jameson's temples pulsed a little, and his handsome face darkened.

Before he could say something, Giana quickly slipped away.

After arriving at the private room next door, Giana purposely turned around to check if Jameson followed her before pushing open the door.

Ruben was already there.

Giana smiled and greeted, "Hello, handsome boy."

Ruben smiled back.

After Giana sat down, Tiffany whispered, "Didn't your boss say anything?"

"No, I scolded him, but he definitely had no idea who I was talking about.' Tiffany revealed a smile and picked up a glass of drink.

They clinked glasses. Ruben frowned and asked Sharon, "What are they talking about?"

Sharon picked up a piece of fish for him with a normal expression, "You are too young to understand.Well, have some fish."

Ruben curled up his lips. Halfway through the meal, Sharon went to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, just as she washed her hands, she saw a man smoking a cigarette not far away.

Sharon was not surprised to see him.

She looked away and pretended not to notice him.

Just as she was about to leave, the man called her in a low and cold voice, "Sharon."

Sharon closed her eyes and took a light breath.

Then, she looked at him again and made a faint attempt at a smile.

"It's you, Mr.Proctor.I really didn't expect to see you here. Did you also come here for dinner?"

Her words were a mixture of courtesy, alienation, and indifference.Jameson looked at her indifferently, "What else?"

"Well, looking at your face, I thought you were going to blow up this restaurant."

Jameson crushed the cigarette butt with a somewhat irritated expression, "Can't you talk rationally?"

Sharon gradually calmed down.

"Mr.Proctor, you know that I always talk like this. If you don't like it, you can..."

"Shut up."

"Okay."

Sharon had no intention of talking more with him, so she strode away.

Looking at her back, Jameson licked his teeth and lit another cigarette.

He stuck the cigarette between his lips and suddenly smiled.

She was still so silver-tongued.

After Sharon returned to the private room, Tiffany asked, "Sharon, what took you so long?"