Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 214: An Apology on the Mouth Won't Be Enough

Perhaps Sharon chose Trey because Jameson had pushed her so hard.

Since that was the case, Jameson could only change his strategy.

William laughed awkwardly, "Then...may you succeed."

Jameson looked at him with a dissatisfied expression, "Is it a blessing?"

William was awkward.

"I think your way doesn't seem to work. Jameson, you still don't understand what a girl wants."

"But I know what Sharon thinks,"Jameson said.

Hearing what he said, William felt that it made sense.

Sharon came out of the bathroom and drew out a piece of tissue to wipe her hands.

Just as she was about to leave, a figure passed her by.

A female voice came from behind her, "Sharon?"

Sharon paused and looked back.

Paisley was surprised, and then she crossed her arms around her chest and was arrogant, "Why are you here? Did you come with Trey?"

"No."

"So weird. Could it be that you are gathering with friends? The consumption level here is so high." Paisley's words were filled with contempt.

Sharon said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you."

Paisley probably didn't expect Sharon to say so.

Her expression changed slightly and she snorted, "I was reminding you out of kindness. You probably don't know that every glass of wine here cost more than ten thousands. I'm worried that you have worked so hard but spend all your money here. After all, it's not easy to earn money in service industry."

"You've said so much. Are you going to bring me a drink on the house?" Paisley wanted to say something but failed.

Paisley's husband and his friends would get together here tonight.

And she had supplicated him for a long time before her husband promised to bring her over.

Paisley herself couldn't afford the drinks here, so how could these be on her? Seeing this, Sharon smiled and said, "Mind your own business."

Just as Sharon was about to leave, Paisley said, "Sharon, I remember that you are divorced, right? In my husband's company, there is a man who recently divorced.I think that you are a perfect match. Do you want to know him?"

Before Sharon could reply, Paisley continued to say, "One has to learn to move on. You didn't meet an excellent man, so you had a failed marriage. This time, I have been asking around. Although the man has two children, he is honest. Most importantly, he will be kind to his wife if getting married, and he earns a decent annual salary. After you are together, you don't need to do anything except taking care of children at home.I will not introduce him to others if I don't know them well."

"Keep him for yourself."

"You..."

Sharon ignored her and threw the tissue into the trash can, turned around and left.

Paisley stood there, stomping her feet with hatred.

Sharon was just a grass widow.

What was there to be proud of? Did she still think that she was admired among others then? After returning to the private room, Sharon saw that the others had left.

Only Jameson sat on the sofa and was drinking wine.

Seems like he was drunk.

"Mr.Proctor, is it over?" Sharon asked.

Jameson looked up at her, "Why don't you come back until tomorrow?"

Sharon picked up her bag and said, "Since it's over, I'll leave."

"Come here."

Sharon did not move and said, "Mr.Proctor, is there anything else?"

Jameson said indifferently, "Sit down."

Sharon kept silent for a moment and sat down far from him.

Jameson pushed a glass of wine on the table to her and said, "Have a taste."

"Thank you," Sharon said.

"I am not a drinker."

"It's sweet, alcohol content is not high."

Sharon didn't seem to believe him and looked at him with a wary expression.

Jameson said, "If I want to do something to you, I don't need to replace an excuse."

Sharon was speechless.

But this was true.

The jerk's attitude towards her today was very cold.

Perhaps he had run out of patience as he said last time.

Sharon picked up a glass of wine and sipped at it.

Then, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

It was indeed sweet.

Then she drank it up.

But just as Sharon put down the wine glass, Jameson pushed another one over.

Sharon was annoyed Wasn't this a little bit too far? Jameson said indifferently, "I have said that since you are supplicating me, you have to show me your sincerity. In case you deny this thing in the future and are indebted to me again, now talk it through."

Sharon took a deep breath.

After several glasses of wine, Sharon felt that she wanted to go to the bathroom again.

Unexpectedly, just as she was to stand up, she felt the world spinning.

After a burst of dizziness, Sharon fell back onto the sofa.

Her beautiful eyes were wet and she looked ahead, unfocused.

Jameson placed his elbow on the edge of the table and was holding his head with one hand.

He looked at Sharon quietly as if he was waiting for this scene.

He raised his eyebrows and whispered to her, "Sharon."

Sharon turned her head and her face was filled with confusion.

Jameson said slowly, "Do you still remember who lam?"

"...I'm drunk, not retard."

"Is that so?"

Sharon picked up her bag and tried to stand up again, but didn't seem to exert force.

Just as she leaned against the table and struggling to stand up, Jameson grabbed her wrist.

He gently exerted force and she fell again.

But, this time, she did not sit on the sofa, but in the arms of Jameson.

Sharon stretched out her hand to push Jameson, but her entire body was sluggish as if she was playing hard to get.

Jameson put his hand on her waist and controlled her with no sweat at all.

He said, "Sharon, I ask you again, who am I?"

Looking at the annoying face in front of her, Sharon's thoughts became more and more chaotic.

Then, by instinct, she slapped him on the face.

Her tone was somewhat aggrieved and she sobbed, "jerk!"

Jameson was annoyed.

He pulled her hand down and held it in his palm, "I'm your husband."

"You aren't. We divorced."

"No, you got it wrong."

Hearing this, Sharon became even more blank.

No? How could that be? She clearly remembered that she was divorced.

Jameson added, "Today is our first wedding anniversary. You're too happy and drunk."

Hearing what he said, Sharon was so dizzy that she gradually believed the lie Jameson had fabricated.

"Sharon, didn't you prepare a present for me today?"

Sharon looked around, searched her pocket, and lowered her head.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Jameson said, "An apology on the mouth won't be enough."

Sharon looked up at him and hesitated for a few seconds.

When she was sure that the man wasn't disgusted to her, she attempted to forward and lightly touched his lips.

"What about this?"