Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 195: If I Can't Get It, Don't You Think Abo

Sharon opened the door and saw Giana waving at her outside.

Sharon laughed.

Just as she was about to say something, she saw a man slowly appear behind Giana.

Sharon went speechless.

After Jameson came forward, he turned to look at Sharon with an unhappy expression, "What's that expression of yours?"

Smiling with embarrassment, Giana explained, "You see, I ran into Mr.Proctor in the elevator just now. What a coincidence! Mr.Proctor has come here for a friend who happens to be away. Such a pity, so I..."

Sharon remained calm as she looked at Jameson and deliberately said, "I didn't know Mr.Proctor have friends here."

Sensing the mockery in her words, Jameson said indifferently, "How can one not have friends if he has money?"

Sharon had nothing to say.

'What a f*cking irrefutable sentence.' Given the situation, Sharon couldn't drive him out directly, and even if she did, it might not be useful.

Sharon took a deep breath and stepped aside, "Come in."

Jameson whispered to Giana as he entered, "Well done."

Giana had nothing to say.

She didn't want his compliment.

Jameson's arrival instantly froze the originally warm and lively atmosphere.

As for Jameson himself, he seemed to not notice the unfriendliness of everyone else.

He appeared calm and composed.

Even Sharon felt embarrassed for him.

Trey probably did not expect Jameson here.

He paused for a moment before appearing calm and greeting Jameson politely, "Mr.Proctor."

When Tiffany saw Jameson after getting off the phone and coming out, she was stunned. She leaned over to Giana and asked, "What's going on? Why is that jerk...Mr.Proctor here?" Giana took a deep breath and didn't know what to Say.

In the kitchen, Ruben looked outside and frowned, "Why is he here? Did you ask him?"

Sharon replied, "No, but..."

"But what?"

Sharon smiled and shook her head.

Even if Jameson didn't come with Giana today, he had other ways.

As expected, he wouldn't disappear for even two days.

After a while, Ruben asked, "Has he been pestering you recently?"

"Did Tiffany tell you again?"

"My guess."

Sharon went speechless.

'He's pretty good at guessing.'

"Let's have dinner."

Sharon stopped thinking.

At the dining table, Giana and Tiffany sat together, while Daniel, Trey and Jameson each sat on one side.

As soon as Ruben went out, he was pulled by Tiffany to sit beside Daniel.

Only the seats beside Jameson and Trey were empty.

This meant that Sharon had to choose between them.

Seeing this, Sharon wished she could just disappear.

What dilemma was this? Sharon turned to look at the culprit.

Without doubt, it was Tiffany.

Sensing the coming climax, Tiffany hurriedly said in a serious manner, "Sharon, why don't you sit beside Trey? Otherwise, it will be too narrow for Mr.Proctor." Sharon felt mad and decided to get even with Tiffany later.

Just as she was about to sit beside Trey, she was pulled by her wrist.

Jameson looked up at her, his black eyes calm, "It's not narrow.Sit here." The room went silent.

Giana could no longer look on.

She felt truly sorry for bringing Jameson here without Sharon's agreement.

She stood up and said, "Sharon, come sit here with me.Mr.Proctor and I..."

Before Giana could finish, she felt a cold gaze upon her.

She hurriedly sat down and rubbed her neck unnaturally, pretending that nothing had happened.

Taking this opportunity, Sharon quickly found an excuse, "I almost forgot that there's one more dish in the kitchen. Enjoy yourselves."

After that, she quickly pulled her hand away and ran back into the kitchen.

Jameson stared from behind for a while, as if he was estimating the chances of her sitting with him.

A few seconds later, he turned to look at Trey.

Trey gave a confused look.

Gazed at by others in astonishment, Jameson shifted and sat down with Trey.

Everyone else was struck dumb.

Tiffany whispered to Giana, "Is this what they say?"

"If I can't get it, don't you think about it."

Giana nodded in agreement, "It's like dragging one's enemies into h*ll along with himself."

Sharon stayed in the kitchen for ten minutes.

Finally, she planned to ask Ruben to change seats with her after going out.

Ruben wouldn't be intimidated by Jameson.

Having thought of a solution, Sharon felt a weight off her mind.

However, she didn't expect a separate seat for her outside.

This was better, avoiding a lot of embarrassment.

Jameson glanced across the room and then gazed at the flowers on the coffee table.

He slightly frowned.

He asked indifferently, "Are the flowers from Mr.Coe?"

"Yes," Trey said.

Jameson said, "Mr.Coe may not know that Sharon is allergic to flowers. Your effort has been in vain."

Before he could finish, Sharon forestalled him by smiling to Trey, "Nothing.I like the flowers very much. Thank you."

Trey smiled and nodded lightly.

Jameson pursed his thin lips and looked at Sharon.

Sharon immediately looked away and lowered her head to eat.

At this time, Daniel said, "Mr.Proctor, didn't you bring anything for your visit?"

Hearing this, Tiffany took the opportunity, "That's right. Trey brought flowers. Daniel brought red wine. What did Mr.Proctor bring?"

Jameson was rendered speechless.

He felt embarrassed and looked at Giana, "Didn't she bring anything either?"

Daniel smiled, "Ms.Clarke is a girl. You want to compare with her?"

Jameson retorted, "So what she's a girl? Everyone is equal."

On hearing this, Sharon coughed.

"This jerk really knows how to learn and use." Daniel probably didn't expect Jameson to be so shameless, so he stopped talking.

After two seconds of silence, Jameson looked down and frowned at the oil dish in his bowl.

Sitting beside him, Sharon noticed the subtle change in his expression.

She almost forgot that this jerk didn't like food that was too greasy.

There was a lot of oil in his bowl.

Sharon pursed her lips, but in the end, she didn't do anything.

"It's best if he doesn't like it. He might leave.A few seconds later, Trey, who was sitting beside Jameson, also noticed and asked, "Don't you like hot pot?"

With so many people around, Tiffany wasn't afraid anymore.

She immediately added, "Mr.Proctor is used to delicacies.I guess it's not to his liking."

"In that case,"

Ruben said indifferently, "it's better not to force yourself. Anyway, you belong to a different world."