Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 233: I'm Here to Be Slapped

The bodyguard was about to walk over to her when Sharon felt someone hugging her waist.

Next, she saw the urinal in front of her.

Before she could react to that, the sound of footsteps came from outside.

All too soon she was pulled into a cubicle of the toilet.

Then the bodyguard came in and opened doors of cubicles, checking them one by one.

Sharon's eyes widened as she listened to the sound outside.

She did not know why he should be here.

When the bodyguard was about to check the cubicle they were in, Jameson looked down into Sharon's eyes.

Then, he tightened his hands around her waist, causing her to lean against his chest.

Finally, he lowered his head and gently bit her lips.

Sharon struggled reflexively.

But Jameson grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wooden board, causing a big noise.

The door of the cubicle rumbled with their movement, accompanied by a faint breathing sound.

It was indescribably ambiguous.

The bodyguard exchanged a tacit glance with the one outside, having known what happed in the cubicle. One of them lowered his voice and said, "Don't muddy the issue. The car is coming. Let's leave here now.' Then the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

After the door of the toilet was closed, Jameson finally loosened his grip, took a step back, and licked his thin lips, still immersed in the kiss.

Sharon was so angry that she threw the bag against Jameson several times and cursed, "Bast*rd! Sc*m!"

After Sharon let off her anger, Jameson grabbed her wrist and said, "I saved you just now.How could you treat me in such a way?" "No one begs you,' Sharon said.

She had muffled up herself with her face almost covered by the hat, so they wouldn't have recognized her.

If it was not Jameson who suddenly pulled her into the toilet, they wouldn't have noticed her at all.

Jameson said, "I told you that Erica was a lunatic. If she had met you under this circumstance, would she have let you go?"

Sharon didn't want to talk to him about nonsense.

She was about to leave when she heard the conversation between two men.

Suddenly, Sharon heard the sound of Jameson untying his belt.

At this moment, she had killed him tens of thousands of times in her heart.

However, out of her expectation, she didn't hear the sound of peeing.

Instead, Jameson pulled her back into his embrace and covered her ears with his hands on the hat of the down jacket.

She lay prone on his chest and looked up at him.

Only the reflection of the man remained in her beautiful eyes.

All the sounds outside seemed to have been isolated.

She could only feel the man's heart beating.

Jameson looked down into her eyes, raised his eyebrows, and then slowly lowered his head.

He was about to kiss her when Sharon gave him a slap across the face.

Jameson was stunned, "..."

Sharon ignored his reaction and leaned against the door to see if there was any sound.

After confirming that there was no sound outside, she opened the door and covered her face with the hat before leaving quickly.

Jameson pressed the tip of his tongue against his lips and followed Sharon.

As soon as Sharon walked out of the terminal, her wrist was grabbed and she was stuffed into a black car beside her.

In the car, Jacob obviously hadn't expected to see Sharon here.

He was stunned for a moment before he said, "Mrs....Ms.Allyson..."

Sharon smiled at him in an extremely awkward way.

Then Jameson opened the door on the other side, bent and sat beside Sharon, coldly giving an instruction, "Go." "Yes, Mr.Proctor.' After driving for ten minutes, Sharon finally couldn't stand the silent and suffocating atmosphere.

She asked tentatively, "Mr.Proctor, why are you here?"

Jameson did not even raise his eyelids, "I'm here to be slapped."

Sharon.

The jerk is so calculating.

Not to be outdone, she rebutted, "Mr.Proctor, what you did showed you're lustful and I was just defending myself. Jameson looked out of the window quietly, regardless of her words. Sharon turned to him secretly. Was he really angry this time? He had always taken liberties with her and even pulled her into the gents.It was quite polite to only give him a slap.Jacob didn't know why this couple quarreled again upon the meeting.

He coughed and started another topic, "Mr.Proctor, I've found out that Miss Proctor was to take a boat from Costspool to City F tonight, and then take a private plane to Canada under the Beale family's arrangement."

After Sharon heard this, she was silent for a moment before asking, "Has she left?"

"Not yet. There's something wrong with the ship. It won't start until 10 o'clock tomorrow night."

Sharon even didn't need to think about why the ship was in trouble.

It was obvious that Jameson did that.

Thinking of this, she peeked at Jameson again.

Under the faint streetlight, Sharon noticed that there were several reddish fingerprints on the jerk's face.

Sharon's eyes widened in disbelief.

She didn't slap his face with that much strength, did she? But why did his face look so terrible? She couldn't help but feel guilty.

It was not long before the car stopped in front of the hotel.

It was the hotel that Jameson rested in when he came to Costspool last time.

After getting out of the car, Sharon took out her luggage and said to Jacob, "I won't go with you. You..."

Jacob said seriously, "Ms.Allyson, there are no other hotels nearby."

Sharon raised her hand and pointed to a hotel not far away, "I've seen one."

Jacob continued to talk nonsense, "The New Year is coming. It's the peak tourist season, so those hotels must be fully occupied." Sharon silently sighed.

It's not easy for everyone to work, let alone work for Jameson.

It's already quite difficult for them to stay alive.

Sharon turned around and walked past the jerk standing beside her into the hotel.

Jameson glanced at Jacob slowly and raised his eyebrows without being noticed, following Sharon into the hotel too.

Jacob let out a long breath and sighed again that it was not easy to be an assistant.

Sharon stood at the reception counter and handed her ID card to the receptionist, "A single room for me, thank you."

At this moment, the hotel manager was giving instructions at the counter.

Just as he took the ID card and was to ask about some more information, he saw Jameson behind Sharon.

He was shocked and was about to greet him, he saw Jameson point to Sharon, signaling to him to serve her first.

The manager shifted his gaze from Jameson to Sharon, unsure about what Jameson meant.

Finally, he turned to Jacob, who nodded slightly at him.

The manager instantly understood what to do, and then secretly made an OK gesture towards Jameson.

Then he said to Sharon seriously, "Sorry, madam. There's no single room left.Can I arrange a suite for you? It'll be the same price as a single room."

Sharon raised her hand and rubbed her temples. Did he think that she was blind to their tricks?