Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 339: Didn't You Like It?

In the studio, Jameson sat on the sofa and was dealing with the documents.

Sharon poured a glass of water and walked towards him, "This place has become your second office, Mr.Proctor. Why don't you just move over directly?" Jameson raised his eyebrows, "Do you mean it?"

"...No."

Jameson closed the document in front of him and looked at Sharon, "When will you finish?"

Sharon slightly pursed her lips, "I don't know."

Sharon was out of her idea now. Perhaps she would be here the whole night.

Jameson saw her sad face and guessed a bit, then asked, "Did you get the design theme for the competition?"

Sharon sat on the sofa beside him and gave a sluggish hum.

"What's the theme?"

Sharon looked at him and said, "Don't you know, Mr.Proctor?"

The corner of Jameson's lips curved upwards, "The Proctor Group is just the organizer of the competition.I won't intervene in it.If I do, it will have an impact on you."

Since Rita had said that she reached so far because of Jameson, others would think that she had some connections even though they didn't say it out loud.

Once Jameson knew the theme beforehand, even if he didn't tell her anything, rumors would appear no matter what.

Sharon curled her lips. She didn't expect the jerk to be so considerate this time.

Jameson casually placed his arm on the back of the sofa and loosened his tie, as if he was waiting for her reply.

"Profession of Love" Sharon said slowly.

Jameson raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't understand.

Sharon continued, "The theme for this competition."

"Then why are you so upset?"

Before Sharon could reply, Jameson said, "Has no one ever professed their love to you?"

Sharon didn't know how to reply.

"This Jerk, what the hell was he talking about?" Jameson moved slightly and leaned over in front of her.

He looked at her with his dark eyes and said slowly, "Didn't you receive a lot of professions?"

Sharon felt a little guilty when she was watched by such a blunt gaze.

She retorted, "Then...how about you? you are no better than me."

After saying that, Sharon regretted it.

They were like kids quarreling and trying to win over the other.

Sharon's ears flushed and she didn't want to talk to Jameson anymore.

Sharon got up and wanted to go to the office.

"I'm going to continue the design draft.If you have nothing to do, go back."

Jameson grabbed her wrist and slowly said, "What's the hurry? Don't you have no inspiration?"

"What?" Sharon wondered.

"What did he want?" Jameson said, "If you have ideas, you wouldn't be angry."

Sharon took a deep breath and said, "Oh."

He sounded right.

She couldn't think of any good ideas so she was a little irritated.

Jameson continued, "I know what your problem is."

Hearing this, Sharon looked at him with a questioning expression, waiting to see if he could provide her with some good advice.

Under her gaze, Jameson said unhurriedly, "As a designer, you fail to fully comprehended the theme you got. How can you have any idea? Your design of 'First Love' is based on your experience." Sharon frowned.

For some reason, what Jameson said actually made some sense.

Jameson said, "So, if you want to replace some inspiration, you have to profess your love to someone once. And I can play such a role for your sake."

Sharon became speechless.

So this was his intention.

She was actually hoping to get a good idea from him.

Sharon opened her mouth to say something, but she stopped.

It seemed that she had never professed anything to anyone.

Although Martin and her liked each other before, no one took the last step to start a relationship.

It was more impossible when she was with Jameson.

This jerk said nonsense all day long and had never profess to her.

Profession seemed to be quite impossible for them.

That was the sort of thing you would do when you were young.

At the time, you had no idea of what was love and all you could see was the one you love.

And you could choose a specific time and place to express your love.

Sharon simply could not picture such a thing between Jameson and her.

Sharon felt awkward.

It seemed that people found it harder to express their likeness when they were getting older.

They always failed to say so.

Did profession only exist in the early stages of a relationship? No, it was not.

On the contrary, each pair of lovers deserved professing their love out.

Suddenly, Sharon was inspired and pulled Jameson's hand away, "I'm back to work. You should go back now.'

Jameson was speechless. He looked at his empty hand and gently licked his thin lips.

After Sharon entered the office, she was totally immersed into her design, drawing her draft at a fast speed.

When Sharon finally finished drawing the draft, she realized that it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Now she was in the middle of her design and didn't want to go back, so she decided to complete the final drawing as well. Sharon stretched her neck and was just about to continue working when a knock came on the door, "Come out and eat something."

Sharon was stunned.

"Hasn't he left yet?" She took two steps forward, opened the door, and looked at the man outside, "Mr.Proctor, why are you...?" Jameson stuck his hand into his pants' pocket and said, "I can't sleep alone."

Sharon felt her eyelids twitch and felt that she could not respond to this sentence.

Looking over Jameson, Sharon saw that there was a lot of food on the coffee table. She had been busy drawing the blueprints and hadn't had dinner.

Sharon walked over and sat on the sofa.

Looking at the hot food, she couldn't help but drool.

Sharon swept her gaze into thermal box and asked in surprise, "There's soup?"

Jameson sat beside her and said, "Didn't you like Soup?"

Sharon took a closer look and found that it was fish soup with fish mint in it.

"Did Jennifer make it?" She said.

As she spoke, Sharon took a small sip, but her brows frowned.

Jameson said, "What's wrong?"

"This taste..."

Sharon took another sip and looked at Jameson with uncertainty, "Are you sure that Jennifer made this?"

"Then who else could it be?"

"I feel like it was Charlotte."

"You think so?"

Jameson took a sip of soup in the spoon in Sharon's hand and said, "I think they are the same. They use the same ingredients."

"Can you cook the same soup with the same ingredients?" Sharon said.

Jameson didn't reply.

However, what the jerk said did make sense.

When she was still in the Star Lake Mansion, she had also said to Jennifer about Charlotte's cooking method.

The soup was very fresh and thick once you put fish mint in it. Maybe she was thinking too much.