Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 242: Now You Know How to Be Polite to Me?

After the door was closed, Sharon stayed under the blanket for a few minutes.

When she was sure that the jerk had returned to his room, she poked her head out of the blanket and took a deep breath of fresh air.

She lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and went to the crib to take a look.

She saw that the little fellow was still sleeping soundly and showed no signs of awakening.

Sharon carefully opened her suitcase and took out her pajamas before walking into the bathroom quietly.

Sharon didn't want to disturb the little fellow, so she preferred not to use the hairdryer.

Therefore, she didn't wash her hair, and just rolled them up and tied them at the back of her head.

After taking a shower, Sharon came out of the bathroom.

She saw the little fellow pouting his mouth.

His eyes were still closed, but his small hands were waving in the air.

Sharon quickly walked over.

Just as she reached out her hand, the little fellow grabbed her finger immediately.

Seeing this, Sharon smiled slightly.

Then, she sat on the bed, lying on the side of the crib.

She stared at him quietly with an unbelievably gentle gaze.

When Sharon fell asleep in the middle of the night, she suddenly heard the little fellow humming and chirping in the crib beside her.

She turned on the light at once and sat up.

It seemed that the little fellow was hungry, so she lifted the blanket and got out of bed.

She opened the thermos and began to prepare the infant formula.

After having enough, the little fellow became spirited.

His eyes were wide open as he looked around curiously.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

An indifferent male voice came from outside, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Sharon held the little fellow and turned around, "I didn't make much noise ...Did I disturb Mr.Proctor?" Jameson lowered his head and looked down at the little guy in her arms. He slightly licked his lips. Then, he walked in with his long legs and whispered, "Give it to me."

Sharon was perplexed, "What?"

Jameson repeated, "Give it to me. And you can go to sleep."

Obviously, Sharon did not expect him to say this.

She was stunned for a few seconds before she slowly said, "There's no need for that.I can manage it. You should go to sleep, Mr.Proctor." "Now you know how to be polite to me?"

Before Sharon could refuse, Jameson had already taken the child into his arms.

Sharon didn't want to take it back forcefully, because she was afraid that little fellow might be hurt.

So she could only let him carry him over.

Jameson turned around and sat on the sofa.

He did not raise his head and said to Sharon, "You can go to sleep."

Sharon opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Although Jameson was clearly doing an unusual thing, this scene seemed to be rather harmonious.

The little fellow obviously didn't want Jameson to hug him.

He pouted his lips and was about to cry.

Jameson whispered, "Shut up."

The little fellow sniffled and clenched his fists with grievances.

Sharon couldn't bear to look at him like this, "Mr.Proctor, you'd better give it to me. He feels uncomfortable when you hug him." Jameson replied, "Don't spoil him.”

Sharon pouted her lips. She didn't know how this jerk had spoiled the little fellow.

He actually frightened him so much.

But it was amazing that the little fellow closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after he reluctantly stayed in his arms for a while.

Jameson put him back into the crib and said indifferently, "He only wakes up once in the middle of the night. You can go to sleep now." Sharon looked at him with her head tilting to one side.

She asked suddenly, "How did Mr.Proctor know that he would only wake up once in the middle of the night?"

Jameson paused for a moment before raising his head to look at her.

He said slowly, "As long as you ask someone, you will know about this kind of thing."

"I see."

She didn't expect this jerk to be so meticulous.

He actually thought of asking Mary how many times the little fellow would wake up at night.

Jameson stood there for a few seconds before he said, "I'm leaving."

Sharon looked at him with an inexplicable expression. If he was about to leave, he should just leave.

Or maybe he was hoping that she would keep him stay.

Seeing the jerk still standing there without moving, Sharon said deliberately, "Then...good night, Mr.Proctor?"

"Good night," Jameson's thin lips curled up a little bit.

After that, he lifted his leg and left.

Sharon looked at his back and suddenly laughed.

How childish! Later that night, the little fellow did not wake up as Jameson had said.

Sharon lied on the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep.

She didn't know what she was thinking about.

She was so dumbfounded that she quietly looked at the crib beside her in the hazy night.

She had no idea when she fell asleep.

By the time Sharon woke up, it was already broad daylight.

She sat up immediately and checked the time.

Sharon rubbed her head and turned around to replace that the little fellow had disappeared from the crib.

She got changed and went downstairs.

In the courtyard, she saw the little fellow lying in the cradle and playing happily with his toys.

Beside him, Jameson was sitting at his desk.

"Where's Charlotte?" Sharon asked.

Jameson replied without raising his head, "She went to the hospital with Mary."

Sharon sat on a chair and stared at the potted plant not far away. She was obviously still sleepy.

"What do you want to eat? I'll have Jacob bring it here."

After a few seconds, Sharon recovered and replied, "No need for that. There should be something left in the fridge. I'll cook."

At this moment, a knock on the door came.

Sharon walked over to open the door.

Outside was a young man, "May I ask if Mr.Proctor lives here?"

Sharon turned around to take a look and lightly nodded, "Yes."

The lad took out a gift box from his bag and said, "I am a staff member of the Matchmaker Temple. This is the gift that I said I would give you last night." Sharon reached out and took it, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Then I should leave now."

After the lad left, Sharon closed the door, turned around, and placed the box in front of Jameson. Then she directly walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, there were quite a few ingredients that Charlotte bought yesterday.

Sharon prepared the steamed rice, and was about to cook a spicy rabbit.

But it came to her that Jameson didn't like spicy food, so she gave up this idea.

Halfway through the cooking, Sharon felt that something was wrong.

Why was she considering about his needs? Thinking of this, she deliberately took the rabbit, but just as she picked it up, she put it down again.

"Forget it.We can't have all this.It might be a waste." She thought.

Sharon propped her hand on the dish washing table, feeling as if she was insane.

In the end, Sharon made two dishes and one soup, all of which were quite plain.

By the time she left, Jameson had already put away his computer.

He had already opened the gift box.

And what was put on the desk was the photo they took last night at the Matchmaker Temple.

The photo was framed with the unique decoration of the Matchmaker Temple.

On the left side of the frame was a line that read "Hundred Years of Harmony,' and on the right side was "Having a descendant soon."

Above was a row of loving hearts, and below was a mini cartoon image of the Matchmaker.

As the saying goes, the most vulgar is also a fashion.

When Sharon saw the photo and the frame, she instantly felt the urge to fly back to the South City overnight.