Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 361: This Is What Happens

Dean was silent for a few seconds and asked doubtfully, "Wait, shouldn't you be with..."

"I'm her boyfriend. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, hadn't you gone back to your wife?"

Dean now saw how foolish he was tonight. He hurriedly explained, "It's all William's fault. He gave me this number!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone as fast as he could and then called William to chew him out.

Realizing Dean had hung up, Sharon shrugged her shoulders and then put her phone in her arms.

Noticing them approaching, the driver who was waiting at the side of the road hurriedly opened the car door.

Jameson put her in and said to the driver, "Go to the Star Lake Mansion."

"No!" Sharon refused.

Jameson turned to stare at her.

"Then where do you want to go?"

"I'm not going there anyway,' Sharon said.

Jameson pursed his thin lips and told the driver another address.

As the car slowly drove through the darkness, Sharon felt even dizzier with an urge to vomit.

She retched a few times at the window but did not throw up.

Jameson gently patted her back and lifted his thin lips slightly as he said, "You drank so much. This is what happens."

Sharon ignored him and let the cold wind blow in her face.

After a while, she said, "I felt much worse when I got nauseous during my pregnancy."

"...Are you drunk or not?"

"Didn't you know that some drunk people can still keep their head clear?"

Then Sharon fell silent as the wind tangled her hair.

Not long after, Jameson pulled her back in and closed the window.

Very quickly, the black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of an upscale apartment in the city center.

Jameson said, "Do you need me to hold you?"

"I will go by myself."

As she spoke, Sharon opened the door and staggered away.

Jameson pressed his tongue against his teeth and followed behind her.

She almost fell but regained her balance several times.

After quietly walking for a few minutes, Sharon finally noticed something wrong and turned around to ask, "Where is this?"

Jameson stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and walked to the side.

This was a private elevator for each apartment.

The elevator opened up right into the hallway.

Jameson took a pair of slippers from the shoe closet for Sharon.

"There are only my things here. Put it on. I'll go get clothes for you."

As he spoke, he loosened his tie and walked into the bedroom.

Sharon was a little sleepy and even found it hard to change her shoes.

She sat on the cushion next to the shoe closet.

When Jameson came out with clean clothes, Sharon was already asleep by the wall.

He put his clothes down on the sofa, walked up to her, went down on one knee, held her ankle, and took off her shoes.

When he put her on the slippers, she seemed to feel a little annoyed, so she kicked him.

Jameson stared at her and narrowed his eyes with his evil smile.

"Look like you need me to bathe you." Sharon instantly opened her eyes and put the slippers on.

Then, she took the clothes on the sofa in her arms and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"

Jameson raised his chin and said, "Over there."

Sharon walked over and then locked the door in case he barged in.

Standing under the hot shower, Sharon rubbed her face hard, trying to wake herself up.

Jameson listened carefully to figure out what Sharon was doing in the bathroom.

He opened the refrigerator and found there was almost nothing.

In a panic, he closed it, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

It was already an hour later that Sharon finished bathing and drying her hair.

She was dressed in Jameson's loose clothes.

Her face was flushed.

She didn't know if it was because she was drunk or because of the hot steam in the bathroom.

Jameson put the hangover-cure soup on the dining table and said, "Come here."

Sharon walked over and stared blankly at the bowl on the table.

"It's not poisonous, is it?"

"I'm not the one who made it."

"Oh, that's good."

Sharon picked it up and began to drink it.

Jameson pinched his nose and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Sharon finished the whole bowl of soup and belched as she said, "I don't want to eat."

"Then go to sleep."

Sharon blinked her eyes and looked at him.

"I can't sleep."

Jameson licked his thin lips quietly, swallowed, and said in a deep voice, "Then what do you want?"

Sharon did not answer but looked around.

"Do you often live here?"

Jameson replied, "Occasionally.I haven't been here for a long time."

After thinking for a while, Sharon said, "In the past three years, you lived here when you didn't want to see me."

At that time, Jameson did not want to go to the Star Lake Mansion or the Proctor's.

He must have lived elsewhere.

Sharon knew it, but she never asked.

Hearing this, Jameson suddenly regretted bringing her here.

"It's not that I don't want to see you" he said slowly.

"It's just that I'm on business trips most of the time."

"Well..." Sharon said.

Apparently, she didn't believe it.

Jameson rubbed his temples as he felt it was wrong to try to reason with a drunk woman.

"It's getting late. You have to work tomorrow. How about going to bed now?"

"Where should I sleep?" Sharon asked as she got up.

Jameson took her to the bedroom.

After she went in, Sharon closed the door without hesitation.

"Thank you.Good night."

Sharon was so tired that she quickly fell on the bed and closed her eyes.

However, her brain went into overdrive.

After a while, a faint noise came from outside as if someone was trying to open the door with a key.

Immediately after, there was the sound of steady footsteps.

Sharon almost fell asleep but suddenly felt her mouth being bitten.

It was a little painful and itchy.

Very quickly, the stinging pain spread to her neck.

Just as Sharon was about to push him off, her hands were raised above the head and tied.

Jameson's hoarse voice rang in her ears.

"Baby, be good."

Every time that jerk called her baby, it couldn't be good.

Sharon whispered, "Jameson."

"Huh?"

"Do you like me?"

He kissed her forehead and said, "Yes."

"Then why did you lie to me?" Sharon said.

Jameson paused and whispered, "I didn't lie to you."

"Do you swear to God? If you deceive me in any way, we won't..."

Jameson kissed her lips and swallowed all the words she hadn't said.What a jerk!